Upper Yang Inner View.
"Junior Brother, this is the Lecture Platform!"
Shen Yueru, dressed in a red gown, brought Jiang Ning to a spacious square.
On the square.
Meditation mats were scattered across the ground like stars dotting the sky.
At the very front of the mats was a high platform three feet off the ground.
On the platform, there was a mat woven with pale yellow straw.
This place was unlike any other, without the feeling of overlapping timespaces.
No matter how the surroundings changed, this place consistently emitted a faint precious light, just like the Golden Pool.
"Lecture Platform?" Jiang Ning showed confusion.
"Yes!" Shen Yueru nodded and continued, "In the past, the disciples of the Shangyang Immortal Sect could come here from various regions to listen to the sect's supreme powers give lectures."
"That was also the grandest spectacle of the Shangyang Immortal Sect."
