Lin Mu's group did not need to search long for the Dongxu Clan. In fact, it was impossible not to find it.
The clan's territory dominated the center of Dongxu City like a colossal jade and stone crown. Its walls stretched outward for nearly thirty kilometers, forming a perfect ring of pale green reinforced stone veined with shimmering white lines.
These were not decorative patterns. Lin Mu could sense they were channels for Dao Traces, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat.
Even Cattaleya, who usually paid little attention to architecture, whistled. "Now that is what I call overkill."
Meng Bai nodded, wide eyed. "This is… bigger than several kingdoms' palaces."
Lin Mu silently agreed. The Dongxu Clan had been modest when they spoke to him earlier. Their home was more of a fortress city than a clan estate.
The main road leading to the clan gates was flawless jade brick, polished so cleanly it reflected the entire sky.
