"Sect Master, this is the sect," the elder said, voice hushed with reverence as he gestured toward the floating marvel ahead.
Fang Ji, the Sect Master of the Flying Phoenix Sect, could only stare in stunned silence.
The massive complex hovered serenely above the valley like a divine palace descended from the heavens.
Towering pagodas gleamed with jade and obsidian, their roofs crowned by lifelike dragon and phoenix statues that seemed ready to take flight.
Thick spiritual qi swirled visibly around the entire structure, denser than anything he had ever felt in his long life.
The sheer scale and beauty left him momentarily speechless.
"This…" Fang Ji breathed, eyes wide with astonishment and barely concealed greed.
"Fang Ji. Of course you're here," a bold, gravelly voice cut through the air.
Fang Ji turned sharply.
