Perhaps this place was once the residence of immortals, or maybe a sacred ground of inheritance.
But during the calamity of the past, when the Immortal Sect fell, it was shaken and reduced to ruins. Apart from broken walls and rubble, there is nothing else left.
Before these ruins lies a staircase of white jade, shrouded in mist, leading straight to the Immortal Sect.
This is a place they, as a couple, had visited many times.
Yet today is vastly different from the past.
...
"What a grand spectacle!"
Chen Jichuan and Wang Yan arrived outside the Immortal Sect, and with a single glance, they saw that in the ruins of the Immortal Sect, which was usually desolate and devoid of people, there now stood dozens of individuals. Most of them blocked the front of the white jade staircase, while a few loitered to the side.
Some appeared indifferent, others seemed faintly excited, some showed hope in their eyes, while others hesitated with inner struggle.
