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Mark's eyes flashed with a trace of doubt. He slowly stood up, patted the snow on his body, and said to Amy: "Amy, are your parents at home? I want to visit them." When he spoke, his tone was gentle, trying to make himself less abrupt.

Amy's eyes lit up when she heard Mark's words. She took Mark's hand and skipped to a wooden house with lights on. "My mother is at home! I'll take you there!" She ran and turned back to say to Mark, her pigtails swaying with her movements, like two happy little butterflies.

The walls of the wooden house were built with thick logs, and the roof was covered with thick snow. Under the light, it looked particularly warm. Wisps of green smoke came out of the chimney of the wooden house, rising in the cold air with a faint smell of burning firewood. The surrounding snow was trampled hard, forming a path leading to the wooden house.

"Mom! I'm bringing guests!" Amy shouted at the top of her lungs before she even entered the house. Her voice was clear and loud, echoing in the quiet village.

Mark knocked on the door of the wooden house gently, making a "dong dong dong" sound.

The door creaked open, and a middle-aged woman appeared at the door. She was wearing a thick wool sweater, a scarf, and a kind smile on her face. "Amy, who's here?" She said, turning her eyes to Mark.

Amy immediately threw herself into the woman's arms and said excitedly: "Mom, this is my new friend, his name is Mark!"

The middle-aged woman warmly invited Mark to come in, "Come in quickly, it's cold outside." When she spoke, her tone was gentle and had a strong country accent.

Mark walked into the wooden house, and a warm feeling came over him. There was a stove burning in the wooden house, and the firelight reflected everything in the house, making it look particularly warm. There were some simple furniture in the house, and some animal furs and some hand-woven tapestries were hung on the walls. The air was filled with a faint aroma of burning wood, mixed with the aroma of food, making people feel very comfortable.

"Please sit down." The middle-aged woman pointed to a wooden chair beside her, then turned around and took a cup of steaming milk tea from the stove, "Come, have a cup of hot milk tea to warm yourself up."

Mark took the milk tea, held it in both hands, felt the temperature from the cup, and expressed his gratitude to the woman. "Thank you." He took a sip of the milk tea, and the rich milk and tea aroma spread in his mouth, making him feel warm and dispelling the coldness on his body. He noticed that the woman's fingers were rough and covered with calluses, obviously the result of years of labor.

"You're welcome." The middle-aged woman smiled, sat down on the chair opposite Mark, picked up the needlework at hand, and continued to mend a piece of clothing. Amy snuggled up to her mother and looked at Mark curiously.

After Mark took a few sips of milk tea, he put down the cup, looked at the middle-aged woman, and asked politely: "Excuse me, what is the name of this village? I don't think I have ever heard of it." The middle-aged woman put down her work, looked up, looked at Mark, and said: "We are called Cedar Village here. It is a very small village and few outsiders know about it." Mark nodded and continued to ask: "Does this village have a long history? How did it come from?" When he spoke, he tried to keep his tone natural, as if he was just chatting casually. The middle-aged woman pondered for a moment and began to tell the story of Cedar Village. "The history of Cedar Village is very long, and I don't know how long it has been. I only know that my ancestors have lived here for generations." She paused and continued, "Legend has it that a long time ago, this was a barren snowfield. Later, an immortal came here and planted a cedar. This cedar grew magically, bringing vitality to this snowfield and attracting people to settle here, forming the current Cedar Village." "Immortal? Cedar?" Mark's heart moved. Could the emergence of this village be related to Selina? Her scepter was made of branches from the holy stone altar. He continued to ask, "Is the cedar still there?" The middle-aged woman shook her head, "The cedar died many years ago, but its seeds were scattered on this snowy field and many new cedars grew, so we are still called Cedar Village." She stood up and walked to a wooden cabinet, and took out an ancient parchment scroll from it, "This is a scroll passed down from generation to generation in our village, and it records the history of Cedar Village." Mark took the scroll and unfolded it carefully. The material of the scroll is very special. It feels like leather, but it is softer than leather and exudes a faint herbal fragrance. The scroll is written in a strange language, and Mark doesn't recognize a single word. "The words on it..." Mark looked at the words on the scroll and asked in confusion. The middle-aged woman explained, "This is ancient writing, and few people know it now." She pointed to a pattern on the scroll, "However, I know some simple patterns, such as this one, which represents cedar." Mark flipped through the scroll carefully, hoping to find clues about the time anomaly, the origin of this village, and why he appeared here. As he flipped through the scroll, he pointed to the patterns on the scroll and asked the middle-aged woman what they meant. Time passed by, the wind and snow outside the house gradually stopped, and the stars in the night sky gradually became clear. "Does this symbol look like an ice beast?" Mark pointed to a beast-like pattern on the scroll and asked tentatively, gently stroking the rough texture on the scroll with his fingers. The middle-aged woman took a closer look and shook her head and said, "I don't know what an ice beast is." Mark continued to flip down, and a spiral pattern caught his attention. "What about this? What does it represent?" The middle-aged woman pondered for a moment and said, "This symbol represents sacrifice, but also time and reincarnation."