Just as everyone was waiting for the return of the people from Europe.
Iron Bamboo Forest.
The bamboo crisscrossed haphazardly, creating a seemingly chaotic thicket that somehow followed a certain pattern.
At this moment, a woman dressed in hunting attire with a beautiful face entered the bamboo forest.
Upon entering the forest, Xie Miao inexplicably felt panic within her; surrounded by the bamboo, it seemed as though they were endless.
Glancing around, there was no end to the bamboo forest, a thousand zhang, ten thousand zhang... as if the end of the world was made entirely of bamboo. Walking from here, who knew how many hundreds or thousands of years it would take to get out.
Rustle, rustle, rustle...
At this time, the bamboo forest shifted, and a thatched cottage appeared ahead.
The cottage was simple, with a well, a hut, and a pair of stone chairs in front of it.
A man in white was sitting on the chair, with a bronze mirror in front of him.
