He said nothing and appeared directly beside that ancient tree.
Chu Liezhao put away the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion and stepped into a Light Gate, disappearing from sight.
The sky above the valley returned to tranquility, as if it had never changed.
Chu Zhiyuan placed his hand on the ancient tree and closed his eyes.
Through the ancient tree, his vision penetrated the shadows and saw the valley.
Inside the valley, from the entrance to the deepest point, it was nearly three hundred meters.
Tiers of courtyards were built around nine palaces.
Blooming flowers interspersed among the courtyards, filling the entire valley.
Through the ancient tree, he smelled the rich fragrance within the valley.
In a neat, level square in front of the main hall in the southeast corner, four middle-aged men in green robes were floating, facing the sky vigilantly, looking upwards.
Their eyes gleamed with sharp light, and their green robes fluttered in the wind.
Seeing this, Chu Zhiyuan frowned.
