Cattaleya looked around, then pointed outward. "It's not just the plaza."
They all followed her gaze.
There were no buildings.
No inns.
No markets.
Just trees.
Tall, old trees with thick trunks and wide canopies, growing freely around the hall as if the structure had been built to avoid disturbing them rather than the other way around.
A single stone road extended outward from the plaza, winding gently into the distance before disappearing into the greenery.
Lin Mu frowned and spread his immortal sense.
The result was… underwhelming.
Within ten kilometers, there was almost nothing.
No city.
No dense population clusters.
No significant formations.
Just forest, rolling land, and faint traces of spirit beasts, not even immortal beasts.
"…Interesting," Lin Mu murmured.
Daoist Chu folded his hands behind his back. "I did not expect it to be this much of a backwater."
