But on seeing the change that the Daihe Bridge was now guarded by lower Death Gods, she wondered in her head as she passed by them, 'Hmm, really strange! I haven't visited this place for a long time. Something unimaginable must have happened in this place to let out these lower young gods to make them station here for such menial jobs.'
After several minutes of walking, Immortal He Xiangu's soul-form reached the end of the Naihe Bridge where she spotted a shack made from bamboo and mud there.
Just as she was about to enter the bamboo shack, the door creaked and an old hunched back lady walked out with a walking stick in her hand. There was a lamp attached hanging down from the tip of the walking cane she was holding.
