The Imperial City was a place of dizzying opulence and architectural impossibility. Buildings carved from white cloud-jade floated at varying altitudes, connected by bridges of solidified light that hummed with ancient energy.
At the very center of this metropolitan marvel, nestled within a grove of trees whose leaves were forged from actual silver, stood the Myriad Dao Pavilion.
This was not merely a building; it was a sprawling complex of open-air terraces, meditation halls, and banquet gardens.
Currently, this was the designated place for the gathering of the noble clans' geniuses, used for them to get along and plan before heading towards the Eastern Region.
The air here was already thick with the scent of high-grade spiritual tea, expensive perfumes, and the unmistakable, suffocating weight of vanity that always followed the scions of the elite.
