"Aren't you coming?' The voice called out. The sickly senior and Yi Hai had already reached the gate of the Pavilion.
The smile that crossed Gu Yuze's face was brighter than anything that he could have faked.
The Mission Hall was conveniently located at the entrance of the Sect. For the first time since Gu Yuze transmigrated to this time, he understood the majesty of the Lingyuan Sect.
The Gate of the Lingyuan Sect was carved entirely from white jade and held by vermilion wooden beams. The Dharma Epistle crawled across its surface, invisible to the eyes of the mundane yet each line of light pulsed like a heartbeat.
Gu Yuze cultivated the Xuanshi Core Art and he was very perceptive towards spiritual energy. Around the gate, arrays overlapped each other like stars. Barriers within Barriers. The Yang Energy seemed endless. No malevolent ghost would be able to cross these gates by itself. Worse, they would perish if they were near this area.
