Although the Hexagonal Golden Snake was not very willing to help, Wang Zhan always stood by his side, his gaze fixed on him. In the end, he reluctantly opened up a new space for the villagers in front of him. Watching his fingers continuously change, the things within the village gradually disappeared.
The Hexagonal Golden Snake walked back to the villagers again and raised his hand. The crowd was suddenly enveloped in a bizarre white mist, and soon, as the mist disappeared, their hearts were filled with joy.
The recent mist had taught them how to enter this space, and now they had learned the method to shuttle back and forth between spaces. This was somewhat easier than before, and they imagined life would surely be comfortable.
