During the midnight to the present few hours, the elder sitting cross-legged on the puddle in front of the table kept his eyes closed and remained motionless as a sculpture.

But Xuanyuan was sure that when she stood here silently, the elder knew she was coming.

When she stood here, she became a sculpture, waiting quietly for the elder to divine.

Under the Pu tuan, at the table, there is a copper brazier brazier. Under the butter candle fire, there is a cool blue glow.

There is something like charcoal burning in it, which has turned white, and the bluish flame has no wind and automatically, as if there are...