Last year passed by slowly, and a new year arrived. Throughout the Qin Dynasty, uprisings were frequent; the people suffered from the chaos of war. Yet, some among them lived peacefully in the mountains, living their ordinary days regardless of identity.
Today was not a good day. For most people, it seemed no different than any other day, but they had best do nothing...
East County, Pu Yang.
"Look quickly, what's in the sky?"
"Wow, such a big fireball."
"What is it? I've never seen anything like it."
"Indeed, come out and take a look."
The city dwellers, hearing the shouts around them, came out of their houses, looking up at the sky.
"I am over seventy years old and have never seen such a sight." An old man on the road looked at the sky, his hand gripping the cane trembling uncontrollably. A child, unaware of the world, did not comprehend what was happening but curiously lifted his head alongside the adults, gazing at the 'fireball' in the sky.
Penglai.
