Shi Feng and the other two got off the carriage and walked through their now transformed homeland, looking around in all directions.
Looking left and right, today's Xiuling Village seems to bear no resemblance to its past appearance.
"It's no wonder the War God's old residence is so beautiful, a place of such natural and cultural spirit, no wonder, no wonder, that it could produce a figure like the War God!"
Not far from Shi Feng and the others, a young man dressed like a scholar gazed around, lightly shaking the paper fan in his hand and said with a smile.
Seeing such a beautiful scene, how could he have imagined that this War God's old residence used to be a remote and backward little mountain village.
He then seemed to completely immerse himself in this place of beauty, his poetic inspiration surged, and he recited a poem: "Seeking divine traces at the War God's old residence..."
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