As he entered the hall, the crowd of over a hundred cultivators in the plaza outside refused to fall behind and surged inward as one. Zhang Yan remained unhurried, following them at a leisurely pace, shrouded in a misty aura as he stepped forward.
Yue Yuji led the pack ahead with remarkable speed, traversing through three layered halls in a row. At last, they arrived before a five-zhang wide and three-zhang tall water-patterned reflective wall. Walking around it, an expansive and profound hall emerged before them. Brightly colored interlaced brackets supported the structure, silk drapes hung across beams, and in front of the hall stood six exquisite jade bridges. Beneath them, spring water surged like waves, streaming endlessly. Embedded within the walls of the hall were bright pearls, radiating a cold moon-like brilliance.
