White Horse Village.
Legend has it that an Immortal riding a white horse descended from the heavens, touched by the pure customs and kind hearts of the people here, thus resting in the village for a period.
——According to historical records, such legends have existed for over a thousand years.
Many people laugh when they hear this, dismissing it as yet another groundless tale.
But Wu Xiaode knew it was true.
Such a world.
Once had so many mighty spirits.
——Why did it become a "low-level civilization world"?
The car stopped outside the entrance to the village.
Wu Xiaode got out of the car and said to the Royal Guards inside:
"You can go back. I have some personal matters to attend to, no need to follow."
"Sir, we should at least leave three people to assist you, otherwise, it won't be easy to explain," the guard captain said with difficulty.
"Then leave three people," Wu Xiaode said amicably.
