At the snow-clad peak, Song Yan held the Faceless Mask. Even though he had already thoroughly scanned it with his Divine Sense, he still dared not put on this type of treasure mask lightly. Therefore, he spent more time moving toward the edge of the Evil Land, looking for a suitable person to help him test the mask.
Whenever he could mitigate risk by passing time, he would persistently do so.
On this day, with the first clear skies after the snow, a mysterious village faintly emerged in the distance. The autumn straw stacks covered in snow were no taller than a person's height, settled in the golden, warm sunlight, exuding a cozy charm.
Children ran around the stacks, their faces rosy, throwing snowballs with laughter echoing from afar...
This scene suddenly calmed Song Yan, an inexplicable lightness filled his heart, and a joyful smile appeared on his lips.
But then he couldn't help but wonder, why is there a mortal village here?
