The weather was clear and bright, the verdant fields sprawling in all directions, and although April's sunshine bathed everything, it still carried a warm and cozy feeling.
By April, the harsh early spring chill had long departed, making way for milder weather, and the small town's streets were bustling with more people than in previous months.
"Slap—"
Inside a tavern in the small town, a white-haired old man slammed his hand on the table and loudly proclaimed, "Speaking of General Zhao, his spear was like a Shocking Dragon..."
He was a storyteller by trade, and his subject matter now was none other than General Zhao Zhonglin, who had passed away in mid-February.
Throughout his life, Zhao Zhonglin had been a soldier, and many from Daqian had grown up listening to his stories. Therefore, after his death, the entire world wore mourning clothes to commemorate the contributions that General Zhao had made to Daqian.