Yi Chen straightened his clothes and pushed the door open, walking slowly into the great hall.
Contrary to his expectations, before he stepped into the great hall, he had imagined that the Celestial Master Hall would certainly be a heavenly court on earth, epitomizing opulence.
Not to mention stairs made of gold and jade, or purple pillars and golden beams—there should at least have been beautifully carved rafters and painted eaves to uphold the grandeur, right?
Yet, what met his eyes greatly surprised Yi Chen.
The design unexpectedly followed a minimalist style.
The great hall was divided into a front and a back section, the latter veiled by curtains with mist swirling behind them, concealing the details, only indicating that there were Daoists meditating in seclusion.
In the front hall, there were only several bare mats, a ritual table, and two ever-burning lamps flickering gently.
Looking up, one could see the memorial tablets of past Heavenly Masters.
