There was a village wedge between two enormous mountains in the far north of the mortal realm that was covered in a hazy yet undescribably brilliant light.
Darkness-warding formations, used to keep demons out and to hide its location, were set up meticulously in every strategic position surrounding the village. From afar, any passing traveller would not even notice its presence, let alone see it.
The valley entrance was a very narrow road. it was only as wide as one horse-drawn wagon but the entire village encompasses miles upon miles of lush and fertile land.
Immortals often choose to live in seclusion or in a very quiet place, so that was why houses were scattered in all direction. But despite that, at the center of the village, there were a congregation of small shops. It was called their village market. it was bustling with life and activity day in and day out, and in it also lies the biggest of all residences. it belonged to the chief and head of the village.
the second part is mostly the description of the place. i think ive gotten good with it. painting a vivid image of the location is a must! having a part two in my story really is a milestone. having a part three, incredible. my attention usually doesnt exceed the third hahah
