Their footsteps appeared to be the same, yet each step was imbued with a profound mystery, and in the blink of an eye, the pair had vanished from the end of the road.
Reaching a stone stele, Song Xiran took out a jade token and handed it to the little monk.
The little monk took the jade token and waved his hand, following which a streak of white light flashed by.
The scene before them had undergone a drastic transformation. Auspicious clouds drifted by; pavilions, terraces, and tall buildings stood all around; cranes flew leisurely, and deer called in the wild—a purely ethereal landscape.
However, a chill emanated from the beautiful scenery, sending shivers down the spine. It was unclear whether the scenery or the feeling was more real.
The little monk led Song Xiran to a grand hall, where they climbed the steps and stopped at the entrance.
"Please wait a moment!" the little monk said and then stepped into the hall.
