A period of years（1）
Biên tập viên: Misty Cloud Translations
Spring came and autumn went, time fleeted by as the years passed on silently like the falling sand of an hourglass.
In the wilderness of the Middle Realm, a group of labourers were carrying heavy stone bricks on their backs and hurried along as whips landed on their bodies in order to speed up building the Palace before them. The oppressive and heavy atmosphere had shrouded the entire Middle Realm.
Under the blazing sun, the waves of hot air seem to evaporate each bead of perspiration off their bodies. Regardless of day and night, after a day's work, the shabbily dressed labourers finally had a moment of rest despite the supervisors' glares of impatience. They dragged their exhausted bodies to the half built Palace and took a seat. The stone bricks beneath them had been heated up by the scorching sun and it made them feel as if they were sitting on a bed of needles.