Duan Rong and his party descended the stone steps and stopped in front of a courtyard.
The stone walls of the courtyard were simple and ancient, yet built thick and tall, blocking the view inside and obscuring the buildings within.
The top of the stone-built gate was oddly covered with glazed tiles, crafted into an arch shape, completely mismatched with the style of the courtyard walls, looking somewhat out of place.
As they approached, beneath the arch was an old wooden door with several cracks and deformations.
Hanging on the door was a black sign, carved from some unknown wood, with two crooked characters seemingly written in vermilion: Lower Courtyard.
It was clear this was the place they were to report to.
The group exchanged glances, their eyes full of disappointment.
They were born in remote and isolated places, with the sect always being a high and mighty existence in their hearts.
