The inner sect of the Holy Land was naturally more magnificent than the handymen's yard.
Tall palaces and skyscrapers stood between the mountains, where waterfalls poured and spirit cranes flew in the sky. Disciples flew in the air, weaving the scene of an immortal sect which would make countless mortals envious.
The secular world yearned for such a place of immortal cultivation.
The current Taiyi Holy Land was no longer the same as before. Many disciples of the other Holy Lands and aristocratic families were envious and looked forward to joining the place.
Qin Chen had lost count of how many times he had been to the inner sect. He had swept the floor in this place for more than a hundred times and checked in dozens of times. He was very familiar with the place.
Of course, this was his first time here as an official disciple.
