Passing through the dimly lit corridor, flowers of all seasons extended along the walls on both sides.
Morning sunlight was obscured by white clouds, and a sky-full of snow overwhelmed the entire world.
There were disciples practicing swordplay in the heavy snow, naked, and others running around the entire family estate with giant stones on their backs.
Xu Zimei followed behind Baili Chengfeng, turning through several corridors.
After passing several formations, the two of them continued without exchanging a word, finally stopping in front of a particularly ancient-looking gate.
This gate towered into the clouds, its top invisible to the eye, surrounded by drifting white mist on all sides.
It seemed like an independent space altogether.
Xu Zimei looked down to find that without noticing, the ground beneath his feet was also enveloped in rising mist, as if he were treading on air.
