Lin Mu and the group arrived at the next world after another long transit through the teleportation channel.
As soon as the light of the portal receded and their feet touched solid ground again, they felt something was different. The ambient Qi was crisp, orderly, and polished in a way that only the Immortal Court's direct control could produce.
Daoist Chu stretched his neck slightly and muttered, "Feels like returning to school."
The world around them was not truly a world in the ordinary sense. There were no natural rivers curving through ancient valleys, no mountain ranges that reached the sky, and no landscapes forged by the slow hand of time.
Instead it was a meticulously shaped node of civilization.
Daoist Chu explained as they left the arrival platform, "This is Western Immortal Court Outpost number thirteen. It is one of the major stations that border the Eastern Immortal Court's territory."
Meng Bai raised his brows. "Number thirteen? How many of these are there?"
