This palace cluster seemed to be a place within the Qionghua Sect where teachings were imparted, and the hall for transmitting cultivation techniques was the central hub of this realm. Below the hundred-meter staircase lay a vast, flat square, connecting various lecture halls around it.
From this high vantage point, one could see many disciples clad in light cyan apparel walking under the eaves of these halls.
In groups of two or three, chatting and laughing boisterously, it was exceptionally lively.
Xu Yuan did not hurry down.
With his profound cultivation, even from a distance, he could still hear their conversations when he focused his Spirit Condensation.
The content was trivial and complicated.
Some were discussing the mundane aspects of life, some were talking about cultivation techniques and secret arts, and there were even some male disciples gathered together discussing matters related to the fair female disciples and their spiritual puppets.
