So, Gu Qiaoqiao fell into a deep sleep.
At this time, it was the quietest moment of the night.
The two beams of light that had flown from Gu Garden split in two different directions.
The golden light headed southeast towards the Imperial Capital.
While the white light was bound for the Northwest of the Imperial Capital.
The golden aura, like a shooting star.
It flew over the grasslands and the vast forest, then landed in a valley to the southeast.
This valley was shrouded in darkness at the moment.
But under the cover of night, one could see.
It was a village.
Seemingly isolated from the world since, from the outside, there seemed to be no road connecting it to the exterior.
Yet, the buildings here seemed to bear a modern flair.
Soon after, the golden light fell onto the roof of a wooden hut in the middle of the village and went through it, abruptly landing on a box on an Eight Immortals table in the hall.
This box appeared to have always been there.
