"The environment here is cleaner than I imagined, though it looks far more ancient."
Shen Han was unaware of the conversation between the master and apprentice. With a single step out of his own sect, he had crossed into the Immortal Realm as if stepping through a reflection in a mirror. He now stood in the void of the Immortal Realm, silently observing an island before him.
The island was covered in various structures, collectively forming a sect. Judging by the silhouette of the sect itself, one could catch a glimpse of its age through the thick moss blanketing the main hall.
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