"What? Doesn't it look like it?" Yu Longting stopped in front of a mansion deep in the mountains, throwing Piao Changji to the side.
Piao Changji, who was suddenly flung to the ground, scrambled to his feet, "It does, it looks just like the portrait, the rumor said you had... ascended, didn't it?"
"I faked my death, you got a problem? Go open the door." Yu Longting flicked his tail, throwing Piao Changji to the gate.
The ancient mansion was built suspended in the mountain, grand and imposing, but exceptionally steep.
An ancient tree that grew freely from the yard thrust up from the earth, piercing the sky.
The vermilion gate was embedded with ancient jade ring knockers.
It instantly reminded one of the affluent and dignified homes of ancient times.
Piao Changji once again landed awkwardly on the ground, sheepishly took out a copper key.
Covered in dust, he climbed to his feet and unlocked the gate of the ancient mansion.
