At night, lights were lit up in the quiet and peaceful Qilipu Village.
The children were chasing each other on the village path in the winter night, occasionally letting out bursts of laughter.
Ling Ping'an was walking on the road in the field.
Step by step, he measured the land under his feet.
When he reached the end, he turned around.
When he saw the true scenery of Qilipu Village, the exclaimed,
"Oh, that's what I expected!"
Qilipu Village was still there, but the space-time here was wrapped by something like an eggshell.
The village was contained in that eggshell.
Generations of people lived, grew, studied, and grew old there...
However, they didn't know that the home they lived in was wrapped in an eggshell-like object.
They also didn't know that the entire mountain village was actually held in the hands of something.
Ling Ping'an raised his head and saw the figure holding the eggshell.