Let's rewind time for a day.
The eve of Varona's coronation.
Gu Qing Shan had just returned from the ocean to the mountaintop mansion.
Su Xue Er was still at the forked road of fate.
Twilight.
At the border of the Holy Empire and Fuxi.
A desolate small town.
The town's church was a bit old, but fortunately, there was an old priest there to keep it working.
For so many years, regardless of the weather, the church's gates have never closed.
But today, the gates were shut tight.
When the curious townsfolk asked, they understood the reason why.
The chandelier that's existed for over 100 years, creaking at the slightest of breeze had finally reached the end of its life. It fell down from the ceiling.
The fallen chandelier destroyed two rows of seats and almost hit the old priest as well.
And so the church was temporarily unusable.
