Lin Xiaosu and Qing Ying stepped through the void and landed outside Zhen Heaven Pavilion.
Zhen Heaven Pavilion, even when viewed from a distance, was incredibly stunning, and up close, it was akin to confronting an immortal temple.
The architecture soared into the clouds, its imposing presence shook the earth and touched the heavens.
Perhaps this is the essence of the "Zhen Heaven" in Zhen Heaven Pavilion, forged by centuries of rise and fall, forming a mission's imprint.
Just as Lin Xiaosu arrived, a group of people came striding along, leading them was a white-haired elder, moving with the vigor of a dragon and tiger, appearing like a white-haired general on inspection. But when he got closer, he offered a scholar's greeting: "Zhen Heaven Pavilion Master Lei Tianlun, greetings Mr. Li!"
Lin Xiaosu quickly paid his respects in an official manner: "Mr. Lei is a first-grade official, how could I dare trouble you to personally welcome me?"
