This is a valley more than four hundred miles away from Wushan Prefecture, equally shrouded in miasma.
In the valley, there is a small village built with white adobe walls.
Isolated from the world, merely relying on the hundred or so villagers for hunting, farming, gathering, and raising livestock, they lead a self-sufficient life.
Due to its remote terrain and the natural poisonous miasma protection surrounding it, even the Red Scarf bandits find it too troublesome and have never entered to plunder.
In the village, villagers whose faces seem to be dusted with white powder are currently gathering in front of a family's house, knocking wooden clappers together.
"This year, it's your turn... Xiaorong's family." The village head, a wrinkled, sinister-eyed old man, led them.
He held a cane in his hand, his back slightly hunched, wearing a loose-fitting gray-black robe.
