Zhang Bin and his three companions stood before the doors of the Immortal Palace. As it was Zhang Bin's first time here, a look of profound surprise appeared on his face.
The Immortal Palace was a work of breathtaking ingenuity, exceptionally mystical and unique, with an aura that truly resembled a palace of the immortals.
Outside the doors stood two rows of young hostesses to welcome the guests.
They were all dressed in traditional white gowns, their hair coiled elegantly atop their heads and adorned with beautiful jewelry: jadeite, gemstones, and gold. This attire made them look noble and perfectly accentuated their beauty.
These women were not Cultivators, but ordinary young women. Almost all of them were seventeen or eighteen years old, pure and beautiful.
"Welcome," they said in unison, bowing to the four men as a wave of fragrance washed over them.
