Yang An soon left the Golden Demon Tower. Elder Zhuan Yu had told him he could pick any unoccupied residence within the training grounds to use for his cultivation.
He eventually found a small, two-story pavilion.
The small pavilion stood within a courtyard. The first-floor walls were completely covered in green plants, seeming to overflow with a rich Life Force.
The second floor had a row of small windows, which gave it a fairytale-like charm when viewed with a tranquil mind.
A wooden wind chime hung from the eaves of the roof. When a gentle breeze passed, the bells made a soft sound, as if whispering something sweet.
Inside the quiet pavilion, leaning against a window, one could see a small bridge in the courtyard arcing gracefully over the water. Below the bridge, turquoise waves flowed toward a nearby lake.
The water and sky were one color, a beauty beyond description that seemed to make one forget all their troubles.
