The mist engulfed the streets, turning them into a blurred mess. It eventually dispersed and a long street appeared before Li Qiye, seemingly with no end.

It looked to be built from an old era. The years have polished everything and left marks on the street.

Both sides had willow trees stirring gently to the wind. The buildings were made from wood. This painted a simple picture with an indescribable ambiance.

“Woodmen Alley.” An ancestor quietly repeated.

Many didn’t know what was going on. This street contained ancient architectures, looking...