The western edge of Hidden Mountain cradles the Old Mohist City, the once vibrant heart of the Mohist. Once, M…
The western edge of Hidden Mountain cradles the Old Mohist City, the once vibrant heart of the Mohist.
Once, Mohists gathered here to hone their crafts and debate the Dao, their legacy flourishing like a roaring fire. But the earth shifted, walls collapsed, and the streets vanished beneath time's weight, leaving the city abandoned, save for a lone academy standing silent. Only the wind chime remains at the city's corner, hanging from the eaves of a ruined watchtower, unfallen through a thousand years. When the wind awakens it, strange wonders follow, whispered voices of a bygone era carried on the breeze.
Now, wandering these forgotten grounds, one can almost hear the murmurs of the past and glimpse the stories lost to time. Witness the ancient legacy of the Mohist through the wind chime's haunting toll.