After a while, Aksai made his way toward the inner zone.
The guards there barely glanced at him as the identity token confirmed his entry once again. The noise of the city faded the moment he stepped inside. The inner zone was calm, neat, and lined with wide streets and quiet courtyards.
Old stone towers stood side by side with new pavilions. High-ranking cultivators moved around with composed expressions. Everything here felt heavier, quieter, and more refined—just like he remembered.
Aksai took a deep breath, letting the mountain air settle in his chest.
It had been a long time… but White Mountain City still felt the same in the places that mattered.
He continued walking deeper into the inner zone, ready to see what else had changed—and what still remained untouched by time.
