After approximately ten miles, the beautiful forest began to thin, revealing a refreshing little village up ahead. The area was filled with spiritual energy, flickering with colored light, truly resembling an immortal realm.
Pavilions and towers, small bridges over flowing streams, fragrant flowers and plants, the scenery was exceptionally beautiful.
The village seemed to only have a few dozen households, all of them log cabins, resembling large mushrooms littered across the area. Over them climbed divine vines, their emerald green branches and leaves, and brilliant flowers swayed, emitting specks of divine glow.
The young girl ran to a courtyard owning two log cabins, pushed open the bamboo wooden gate, and cheerfully yelled in a somewhat mischievous tone, "Grandpa, I'm home."
"Qingqing's back." An old man with white hair and a youthful face pushed the wooden door and walked into the courtyard.
"Mm, grandpa, I brought home an uncle."
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