A few days later.
The bustling stone avenues of Leaf Green City hummed with energy under the vast, artificial sky of the Imperial Academy's pocket dimension.
Tall spiritual towers lined the broad thoroughfares, while merchants and student-run shops displayed rare herbs, enchanted weapons, and ancient scrolls.
Shen Haoran walked alone on the paved streets, his hands tucked loosely inside the wide sleeves of his dark, embroidered robes.
Despite the vibrant sights and sounds around him, his mind was still heavily occupied, still thinking about the mysterious and elusive Heavenly Dao Pavilion.
Although his mother, Chu Xueyu, had sent him a brief message telling him not to worry about them for now and simply focus on doing what needed to be done within the academy, he still couldn't help but ponder the sheer implications of their existence.
