The familiar sight of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion lay right before them. In the business district often filled with skyscrapers and building heights that nearly toppled the skies—the sight of a small, even quaint pagoda-like structure serves as a reminiscent mark of a building that existed upon generations and generations.
It was the Bo Clan's pride and monument in the long history of this world.
"My grandpa said it existed even a thousand years ago—although it might be dementia getting to him." Bo Ling coughed as they all stepped into the building.
Chan Lee had a feeling that what his grandfather said might actually hold a grain of truth in it.
In comparison to other guests, the welcomers were more eager to greet them. "Ning Bi! Welcome back~" One of the young women greeted her with a smile.
