The black cloud flew into the white vortex in an instant, and suddenly the view brightened.
The surroundings shifted directly from mid-air to the peak of Snow Mountain.
Atop the peak lay a moderately-sized green lake, around which was a circle of uneven buildings of various types.
Different Sect flags fluttered in the wind, planted in front of these buildings.
The black cloud descended, and Lin Xin along with his party stepped out onto solid ground.
They were immediately greeted by a few reception staff.
"May I ask which faction's representative you are?"
A graceful woman in a red dress asked with a sweet voice, so crisp and melodious that it would be difficult for anyone harboring dissatisfaction or anger to release it.
"Magical Alliance," Lin Xin replied indifferently.
