Strangely, even though they swaggered a long way, there was no abnormality in sight.
This made Chu Xiangyu and the others more astonished by the divine bird ahead, more convinced that it was the deity of this place.
After half a cup of tea time, they followed to a mountainside.
Suddenly, as the green-gold divine bird blew away the mist ahead, it was like light appearing amidst shadows.
Within the vague mist, suddenly a bonfire appeared.
The surrounding dead silent mountain forest suddenly became noisy.
The sounds of horse neighs, the crackling of matches, the clash of cups...
Though so close, merely a dozen yards away, it was like suddenly arriving at another space.
In their eyes, the green-gold divine bird, the local mountain god, actually flew above a middle-aged man in a crimson robe at a low table, then transformed into a ray of light and entered his body.
Chu Xiangyu and the others were startled.
