Records of Digital Guests Entering the Qing Dynasty to Cultivation of Immortals

At 4:30 in the morning, in the parking lot of Yinchuan Hedong International Airport, the sky was still shrouded in thick ink-like darkness, with only a few street lamps leaking dim light, reflecting the thin frost condensed on the ground. Bao Aike wrapped his jacket tightly, and when he opened the car door, a biting northwest wind rushed in with cold air, and instantly got into his collar, making him shiver.