Massive, floating islands of white jade and petrified spirit-wood hovered amidst a sea of perpetual, rolling clouds.
Waterfalls cascaded from the edges of the floating peaks, disappearing into the mist below.
Thousands of disciples, dressed in the pristine white and blue robes of the sect, flew across the sky on flying swords, spiritual beasts, and floating talismans, looking like a swarm of very aggressive bees.
Lin Ji'an stood at the base of the massive, hundred-foot-tall entrance gate of the Outer Sect, looking up at the majestic peaks.
She took a deep, unrestricted breath of the crisp, freezing mountain air.
"Ah," Ji'an sighed, a genuine smile stretching across her face. "The smell of arrogant prodigies, impending violence, and zero fujoshis. It's good to be home."
«It smells like unwashed teenagers and ozone,» the Nekomata projected from her shoulder, wrinkling its glowing silver nose. «Are you certain this is a place of high cultivation? It feels incredibly pedestrian.»
