The sound of footsteps on the giant staircase ceased. Kyrian and the sect leader Feng Yuan had finally reached the top of the staircase.
Kyrian still felt the weight of what had happened in the pavilion. His body was slightly tired, his Qi completely depleted. Despite this, his mind remained clear.
Behind the main mountain, the scenery revealed itself differently from anything he had seen until then.
There were no grand, imposing structures or gigantic halls. What stood in the place where they stopped were just seven wide courtyards.
Simple, yet surrounded by immense ancient trees and stones that seemed to radiate a natural presence. The wind here felt fresher, and the Qi, the energy of the world, seemed to flow more densely in this place.
Feng Yuan stopped and pointed with his hand.
"This is where the central disciples live."
"Each courtyard belongs to one of them."
Kyrian observed silently.
The leader then continued.
