An arc-shaped portal formed by several thick bamboos appeared in front.
Dried white herbs are hung on both sides of the door, and their aroma is refreshing.
Long Fuyue stroked the vines and herbs.
These things are probably thousands of years old, right?[
It's really strange that it doesn't rot or decay.
The hall is surrounded by walls made of extremely thick bamboos, with green and unknown vines climbing on them.
Unknown little flowers bloomed on the vines, exuding a pleasant fragrance.
In the center of the hall is a round table made of unknown wood. On both sides of the table are a few chairs carved from thick tree roots.
There is a primitive atmosphere in the simplicity...
In a daze, Long Fuyue seemed to see that the hall was filled with elders of all levels from the Nuwa tribe, and a middle-aged man was sitting on the simple chair giving orders...
"Father..." A low voice came out, and Long Fuyue couldn't help but reach out her hand.
All the phantoms disappeared, and the hall in front of him was empty except for himself.
Thousands of years seemed to roll by in an instant.
Long Fuyue's heart seemed to be torn apart violently. Sadness, mourning, and desolation all surged up, and big tears rolled down.
It seemed like a voice sounded in my heart after thousands of years: "Father, I'm back, Luo'er is back..."
The sound was so strong that she held the back of the chair tightly, tears dripping down the back of her hands, and she couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard she wiped them away.
Almost subconsciously, she turned through several portals and came to a portal woven with countless vines.
The furnishings in this portal are more elegant, somewhat like a young lady's boudoir.
Long Fuyue didn't hesitate and opened the drawer under the dressing mirror. There were countless things lying quietly inside.
There are bamboo horses and dolls made of bamboo.
There are also rouge, perfume used by women, and countless ancient silver jewelry...
These things lie there quietly with the breath of long time.