But then, what is that columnar object?
Zhang Fusheng's heart was once again filled with doubt, but this time, the heavens did not provide him an answer—this matter holds great secrets,
or perhaps this object has a remarkably high status.
His curiosity grew, and he resolved to calculate the causes and effects—easily obtaining the answer.
"The Heavenly Connection Tree..."
Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, his eyes slightly profound.
It was the legendary Heavenly Connection Tree.
The Heavenly Connection Tree, a tree connecting the heavens, a bridge between the cosmos, humanity, and divinity.
As his thoughts wandered, he heard Cui Wenda beside him asking:
"After nightfall, one must not wander the streets... Does the Capital have a curfew?"
"Not quite."
The elder of the clan's expression slightly tensed, as he spoke in a deep voice:
"The daytime in the Capital belongs to humans, the night, to ghosts."
