On the Dao Platform, other than the cushions, there was nothing else. It was unclear if the Queen Mother and others had taken things away or if this was how it was meant to be.
"What happens if I sit on it?" Turquoise Pool murmured softly to herself, "Travel through time, see the Tao Ancestor? Or perhaps, relive the scene of the Tao Ancestor's teachings back then?"
There was naturally no wind in the Daoist Palace, yet Yang Qinglan's hair gently fluttered as she perceived the surrounding environment.
Nothing was gained.
It seemed like just seven ordinary cushions.
"I'll give it a try." She took the lead, stepping forward with her long dress flowing like a beautiful lakeside.
"Hmm?" As she approached the first cushion, she suddenly discovered there were words on the ground.
"What's wrong?" Turquoise Pool quickly caught up, then she and Yang Qinglan were both taken aback.
