An An was feeling a bit tired and fell asleep in Ningyan's arms after eating a few bites of compressed rations.
Those compressed rations indeed didn't taste very good.
In this environment, they were not there to play, naturally, they could not afford to waste too much time.
At this moment, deep in the mountains, a delicate small village with wisps of cooking smoke rose into the air.
The wooden house due south of the village had two floors and was quite unique.
An old lady in a dark purple robe had her white hair coiled up, with only a dark green jade hairpin inserted among it.
The years had etched wrinkles upon her face, yet she exuded an air of graceful composure.
She pinched her fingers and looked at the divination disk with jade stones on it, which was faintly gleaming.
The woman standing beside the old lady had a clear and beautiful appearance, but her brows lifted slightly in concern, "Grandma, why is there a strange light on the divination disk?"
