In a farmhouse in a small mountain village, two groups of people were facing each other. Both sides were prepared for a fight, with roughly equal numbers. The atmosphere was tense... an ominous silence filled with the smell of gunpowder.,Only slightly lowered her head, holding a vase of flowers in her hand. This flower seemed unremarkable at first glance, but those who knew their stuff would recognize it as the internationally renowned "Drunken Orchid," something that even wealthy individuals struggled to obtain. Now, it was casually placed aside by her, seemingly indifferent.,Those two guys from Continent F and Continent Z, in Zhou Yi's eyes, were just bored troublemakers. They had been arguing for so many years, endlessly, but neither of them could get the upper hand. Now that they finally had a holiday, who would bother with their nonsense They all hid here to avoid it, yet they still wouldn't let anyone be at peace.。