In the next second, Lu Hong stepped into a picturesque land surrounded by mountains and streams.
Birds singing, the god of flowing water, the sound of water tinkling — it was indeed delightful.
Before him stood a thatched cottage, outside of which lay a cultivated field where rice and vegetables grew well, promising a bountiful harvest in a few days.
"Master, this is my hidden sanctuary, a small fragment that shattered from the Heavenly Continent. After a thousand years, I have remodeled it, and it is quite comfortable to live in."
Then the two sat down, and Gui He dug out a jar of fine wine he had kept hidden for a millennium.
After a few cups, Gui He began to speak.
Gui He's story unfolded slowly...
