With Mo Tianze helped Feng Jiao Xue reach the peak of the mountain.
The air was thinner there, crisp with a tang and a hint of ancient woods-untouched time itself. There stood an intimidating cultivation abode before them - neither lavish nor simple, the beautiful contradiction that it was.
The building stood at the very top the mountain, nestled between the clouds. Its wooden beams were dark with age yet sturdy, reinforced by the passage of time and the hands of those who respected its legacy. Carvings of mystical beasts and celestial patterns adorned the doors and pillars not as mere decorations but as symbols of the might. The roof, curved like a scholar's brushstroke was adorned with subtle jade inlays that caught the morning light, glimmering faintly.
