Meanwhile, at the caravan led by Yu Qingyan and the Verdant Sky Pavilion. After passing by the two cities they visited during the first trip, they switched directions to the east.
"Elder Yu, look. Something is flying out of it!" Little Spring pointed at the sky from inside the carriage. From the windows, they could see the foreign, towering structure.
It had appeared in the middle of the plains out of nowhere. The nearby sects and cities would have also noticed its sudden appearance.
Yu Qingyan's eyes narrowed as she leaned out of the carriage window, her sharp gaze locking onto the towering structure piercing the horizon.
It stood like a jagged scar against the plains, its surface a dark, obsidian sheen that seemed to absorb the sunlight rather than reflect it.
