The two of them walked inward, greeted by pavilions and terraces, small bridges and flowing streams, charming floral displays, lush green lawns, lifelike stalactite carvings, and magnificent, majestic white jade architecture.
Looking at everything familiar around him, Li Chunfeng found memories involuntarily welling up in his heart. Nothing had changed; the only difference was the people on duty inside.
Because numerous cultivators borrowed the Array Gate, the front courtyard was bustling with people, rivaling the hawking cries on Xibao Street.
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