On the cherry blossom continent, stood a small village that thrived on their agriculture and animal rearing, the village was called Millet, and it had a population of 5,000 people. The village was rather lively today as it was holding a festival to thank the immortals who blessed their crops, so they would grow nice and big. Red banners and lanterns were already being hung around the village, even though it was only noon. Discussions were abounding as people speculated if an immortal would arrive this time to grace them with his or her presence. Most of the people in the village were all thinking about the great immortal, and how they wanted to meet him, maybe they were talented, and they would be taken back to the immortal's cave, so they could be taught cultivation. For simple farmers and the like, this was the most they would be able to dream.
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