Ao Hai turned sideways to lead the way, his movements smooth and natural.
The interior of the fortress was not the resplendent splendor one might imagine.
The huge and solid passageways were constructed entirely from massive slabs of dark star ore, cutting off all probing by Divine Sense.
Bone Lamps that emitted a faint radiance hung upon the walls; every kind of flame upon those lamps was birthed between Heaven and Earth, each blossom possessing a power near enough to incinerate an ordinary Transformed Realm Demon.
Yet here, they could be seen everywhere.
From time to time, other powerhouses of various races hurried past, their auras fierce, their gazes cold and sharp; when they saw Ao Hai, they would slightly nod in greeting, but when their eyes fell upon this "unfamiliar" face of Jiang Shu, they carefully engraved his features in their memory.
All who could come to this place were without exception the proud scions of the great powerful clans.
