Chong Guang took a deep breath and looked around. What met his eyes were flying eaves slicing through the air like swords and halberds, and painted pillars resembling a cascading galaxy. The glazed tiles on the palace roof radiated a cold gleam day and night, while the mist-patterned Profound Tier stairs surged with lingering fog from dawn to dusk.
"It's so quiet. There's no one here at all," he thought.
