Song Yun followed along, thinking it was just a passage, but who would have thought that the scene before him would suddenly open up, revealing a vast basin ahead.
Below, the architecture was in the style of the Han Dynasty, arranged with precision, exuding an ancient and majestic aura.
Surrounding the buildings were towering trees, tens of meters high, with dense foliage that covered the sky and concealed everything above.
From above, one could only see a dense mass of leaves, unable to see the buildings below, truly a natural barrier.
"This Changshan Sect is really hidden deep."
Song Yun couldn't help but sigh.
At this time, a young man in a suit approached, bowed with his hands: "Are you here to attend the martial arts tournament of the Four Gates?"
Song Yun looked at the person before him, dressed in a suit, with earphones on, a style completely incongruent with the ancient architecture around.
