There have been slight adjustments to her upper appearance, with a few strands of long beard running along her lower forehead and perpendicular to her chest.

With this modification, he has become a bit more immortal.

Glancing at his own image, Gao Ning nodded slightly, and before the countdown cleared, he stepped into the space door.

The next moment, space transforms.

Gao Ning found himself on a ferry.

The protective cover covered an area with a radius of five meters as always. It was raining lightly in the sky. The raindrops hit the protective cover, leaving little bits of silkworms lying on it, but they did not slip along the edge of the protective cover.

The sky outside is slightly gloomy, the air is misty with water vapor, and the water in front of you is rippling gently. An old wooden boat is parked dozens of meters away. A figure seems to be fixed. He stands on the bow of the boat like a wooden man holding a bamboo pole, and moves.

Not moving either.

On the stone bridge above the ferry, there are also pedestrians who are fixed in place. At a glance, they are men, women, old and young. The atmosphere of the market is strong, as if they have stepped out of ancient paintings.

"Is this Yuhang?" Gao Ning murmured to himself.

"It's Qiantang County!"

A cold voice came from beside me.

Gao Ning turned around and saw that it was Kun Dao wearing a moon-white Taoist robe.

Although this woman is dressed as a Taoist priest, she has red lips and white teeth, her skin is as delicate as mutton fat, and her facial features are small and delicate. Although she is not an extremely beautiful woman, she is still unforgettable.

The most important thing is that this guy's eyes and demeanor exude a sense of indifference from the inside out, as if he has abandoned all emotions and desires and doesn't care about anything. He really has the feeling of cultivating the way of forgetting love.
Chapter completed!