A moment later, under the guidance of Sun Chongqi, the three of them arrived at a picturesque location. A row of contiguous mansions stretched out, all featuring consistent blue-brick walls and dark roof tiles. The doors and windows were painted in a deep, muted red, and every entrance bore a nameplate. A willow tree swayed in the wind before each door.
The most eye-catching feature was the mountain behind the row of mansions. A waterfall cascaded down from a hundred-foot-high cliff, its roar echoing like thunder. At the base of the waterfall lay a deep pool; the water was so incredibly clear that one could see to the bottom at a single glance. By the water's edge stood several pavilions where disciples sat in meditation, their bodies faintly shimmering with a flowing luster.
The entire residential area was suffused with a light mist. Far from hindering the air quality, it made every breath feel refreshing. This mist was, in fact, spiritual energy concentrated there through a special formation.
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