Between Heaven and Earth, ethereal clouds and mist drifted among countless Immortal Palaces. A single speck of light rippled through the clouds, suddenly blossoming as it drew near a pavilion.
Inside the pavilion was a dim hall.
Mahogany tables and chairs, dragon-carved beams and pillars, a shrine placed directly ahead, and the three wisps of green smoke rising from it—all gave the place an air of Incense.
The next second, the blossoming light pushed open the pavilion's doors with a CREAK, then fell inside and transformed into a staggering figure. It was the young man who had just bid farewell to the Star Monarch of Qinghe, though he seemed yet to recover from the dizziness of teleportation.
"Where is this..."
The young man looked around. It wasn't until he saw the shrine before him and recalled the secret Scripture he had previously read that he quickly composed his expression.
The young man's name was Zhu Xuanhao.
