Kyrian nodded once and passed through the colossal arch of the gates, his companions following him.
The interior was like crossing into another world. The air, already rich in Qi, became even purer and more fragrant.
The noise of the crowd outside was replaced by a more subdued murmur.
The main street stretching out before them was wide enough for ten carriages, paved with slabs of bluish-white marble that seemed to emit a soft luminescence.
Elegant buildings, with architecture of flowing lines and slender towers, lined both sides.
Suspended gardens, with plants and herbs that glowed in various colors, hung from balconies.
And above, the translucent dome and, higher still, the ceiling of eternal white clouds, diffused the light into a perfect, shadowless brightness.
It was a city of dreams, but a city built upon unquestionable power and wealth.
For a moment, even the most stoic of the group, Kyrian and Li Fen, stopped to absorb the information.
