Inside the hall, people were talking all at once, causing Xu Yang to stop in his tracks and turn toward the tall building.
He was not the only one, as most of the cultivators in the hall did the same, with some individuals from prestigious families laughing and talking as they emerged from private rooms, clearly eager to join in the excitement.
Xu Yang stepped onto the cloud-tiered stairs. In this splendid palace adorned with jade and exquisite carvings, he did not need to search for the destination, as the crowd was already pointing the way.
A jade stairway ascended to the heavens, shrouded in mist and drifting spiritual energy, flanked by Qingluan birds and White Cranes dancing to the left and right, and above and below, the bright moon illuminated the Ninth Heaven. There were also strands of cold air and drifting snowflakes leading straight to a palace in the sky, an Immortal Palace.
It was the Snow Moon Pavilion!
