Tai Heng, not taking much time, soared through the air and arrived above the Tower Pavilion. Parting the clouds, he revealed himself and cast a gaze downwards.
The Yao Yin Mountain, like the outside world, experienced the changes of dawn and dusk, the cycles of day and night. At this moment, it seemed to be the time of twilight, with a streak of radiant red sunset glow at the horizon, splendid beyond words, illuminating the glazed tiles and turbans atop the Tower Pavilion with shimmering brilliance.
His expression remained calm as he observed for a moment. Then, lowering his body, he carried a massive swell of intense black qi, like leaden clouds pressing down, descending slowly. Pausing briefly before the Tower Pavilion, he eventually drifted inside.
As soon as he entered the grand hall, he found a ten-zhang-high pavilion standing before him. Its gates were open, presenting a blatant trap meant to deceive and lure one in—an arrangement that made him slightly surprised.
