Silvery light blanketed the courtyard, trees and grass alike appearing fresh and pure. The melodious sound coming from the Guqin was soothing, light and shadow overlapping each other so naturally that they looked like illusions. Gan Ruoxu, Xu Feixiang, and Wu Ju felt as if everything before their eyes were an exact scene from the Legendary Celestial World.
Since it was the Celestial World, it was obvious that the stoic lady with the Guqin was none other than the Fairy Chang Er, herself.
Ever since Taiping Dao created the art of theurgy, no matter what path the National Guard Temple, the Five Dominoes or Huang Jindao took, they had never witnessed any immortals descending onto earth. They would only hear of someone borrowing the power of the fairy gods at most.
