Atop the palace pavilions, there were still six faintly visible flames, like stars hanging down from the sky, dazzling and bright, their shapes indistinct. Clearly, these were the great cultivators of the Nascent Soul stage.
From afar, from those lofty pavilions, one could still hear the sounds of bells and metallic clinks, the ethereal music of flutes, and the harmonious strumming of zithers, as if a lantern festival was being held with resplendent colors dazzling the eyes.
You know, this display might really be for a victory celebration.
"..." Li Fan craned his neck to look at the grandeur of the Immortal Palace above, then turned his head to appraise his own group's formation.
