Meng Bai studied talisman inscriptions from a manual Daoist Chu had loaned him and made surprisingly good progress.
Daoist Chu, for his part, meditated constantly. His gaze often turned to the skies as if he was trying to look at the Immortal Court.
Perhaps he was already formulating how to explain what they had found in the Shadow Whisper Valley. He remained tight-lipped about it, but Lin Mu knew the man was weighing many possibilities.
Finally, the trio arrived at the edge of a vast golden plain.
From here, tall cliffs could be seen rising in the distance, their jagged forms piercing the clouds like divine swords. Atop those cliffs was a glowing silver peak, and upon it stood an immortal fortress built of sword-light and stone.
Even from afar, the aura of sword Qi radiated outward like waves across the heavens.
The Xian Sword Sect.
"We're here," Daoist Chu said solemnly.
Meng Bai whistled. "That's... intense."
Lin Mu took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly.
