I changed the world.

In two days, it will be the traditional Lunar New Year of Da Zhao. To celebrate An Huiling's recovery, the An family plans to spend the Lunar New Year in the resort area. After New Year's Eve, they will return to Jin'an, followed by a series of social activities.

As a colony of the Da Zhao dynasty, Sulu Island gradually adopted many customs that reflected the characteristics of the Chinese people, such as the Spring Festival, which is now decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, creating a festive atmosphere.

However, unlike the local traditions of Dazhao, the festivals on this island retain a lot of local characteristics, which is a way of celebrating that blends with the local indigenous culture.

The Ammani resort, where Anjia stayed, was originally a village inhabited by local indigenous people when it was first developed. After it became a resort, the local indigenous people received some training, and many of them became staff members of the resort. Many local customs have also been consciously commercialized and turned into gimmicks to attract tourists.

Thanks to the booming tourism industry and the support of capital, this place has now developed into a small town and become the largest resort area on the island, with all kinds of facilities.

Holding a small bamboo fan, dressed in a plain white shawl and light pink skirt and trousers, with her long, jet-black hair casually tied in a bun at the back of her head, An Huiling was watching with great interest as some indigenous people performed by the roadside. Behind her stood a maid, and further away, two bodyguards followed.

Not far in front of her, some locals were singing and dancing.

Women wore offerings on their heads, while men held palm leaves in their hands, and many locals wore bizarre, huge masks, gesturing wildly and exaggeratedly.

"What kind of mask is that?" An Huiling asked her maid, Mei'er, curiously. Mei'er was one of the maids at the An family manor, a second-class maid, beautiful and obedient. Originally, her mother wanted to arrange a personal maid for An Huiling, a common practice among many aristocratic families. However, An Huiling refused, ostensibly because she didn't like having someone with her all the time. In reality, the core reason was that she felt she had too many secrets, and having a personal maid would indeed be inconvenient.

Unable to succumb to her daughter's anger, Mother An abandoned the idea. However, she did arrange for a temporary maid to accompany her. After all, the Great Zhao had its own traditions: if women from noble families did everything themselves when they were out in the world, they would be ridiculed as nouveau riche...

"Miss, I'll go ask." Upon hearing this, Mei'er looked around and quickly found a person dressed as a resort staff member with a mixed-race appearance. She then ran to ask him. Soon, she ran back: "Miss, I've found out. This is the mask of the sea god Argon."

"Argon the Sea God?" Upon hearing this, An Huiling felt a vague sense of unease.

“Yes, it’s said to be the indigenous belief here.” Mei’er didn’t notice An Huiling’s change in mindset and continued to explain: “It is said that before the empire’s colonization, there was a sea god belief here. Later, after the empire arrived, the natives here gradually believed in Xuanmen and Futujiao, and no one believed in the earth god anymore. However, they still take out the sea god mask during festivals, which is a kind of folk custom.”

"So that's how it is... This sea god really looks strange." An Huiling frowned slightly upon hearing this, seemingly lost in thought. He looked at the exaggeratedly distorted wooden mask, which vaguely resembled a bizarre humanoid figure with tentacles. For some reason, the unease in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.

An Huiling looked around but couldn't find anything unusual.