The two of them walked along the path until they reached the building below, and Fang Hong lifted his head, momentarily stunned by what he saw—the inn was exceptionally tall, but that wasn't the key. The key was that it was divided into three layers, but the layers were not connected to each other.
Each layer was positioned on a massive oak tree trunk, on circular wooden platforms, with the topmost layer protruding through the verdant canopy, topped with a bright red spire piercing through the forest.
The three-story inn was connected only by spiral staircases and suspension bridges, with light-emitting plants growing into lamp posts, bending downwards, enclosing flowers and fruits within—since it was daytime upstairs, they were not glowing.
This was a treehouse inn.
Although Fang Hong had heard much about the unique architectural styles of Eteliria's fairies and elves, seeing it with his own eyes was a first.
