Shen Ping picked up a tree branch and poked at the strange Immortals.
The branch passed through the Immortals' robes and emerged from the other side.
Phew...
They were illusions, just as he'd thought. Shen Ping sighed in relief.
Once the iridescent light stopped flickering, the Immortals' forms solidified completely. Their bodies were exquisitely detailed, indistinguishable from real beings.
Just then, Shen Ping noticed a dazzling golden light flaring from the wooden pavilion high above. He focused his gaze and saw that the roof tiles had all turned a solid, wondrous gold.
At the same time, all the Immortals suddenly looked up, their gazes fixed on the glittering golden roof.
Their steps were perfectly synchronized as they ascended the final flight of stone stairs and walked toward the pavilion.
As they walked, the group of Immortals made a strange, discordant sound—a combination of popping bubbles and scraping scales that slowly coalesced into a rustling whisper.
