Led by Chen Hongying, Lin Xuan and Meng Ruyan arrived at a grand and magnificent building.
It was a pavilion, about seven stories tall, with carved beams and painted rafters. It had actually been built from fine jade, and its surface was inlaid with countless gemstones and pearls.
Just this one building, if taken to the mortal world, could be exchanged for the wealth of an entire nation.
Who said cultivators lived bitter, austere lives?
Since they could overturn clouds and summon rain, ride the clouds and command the mist, obtaining wealth was in truth as easy as turning over a hand. It was only that the vast majority of cultivators were not interested in such things. The temptations of the red dust were many, but even all of them together could not compare in the slightest to immortality.
Only by giving something up could one gain something. Setting foot on the path of cultivation did not necessarily mean enduring loneliness and hardship, but only those with firm minds, unmoved by temptation, could achieve accomplishments that drew every eye.
One could not have both fish and bear's paw. This saying was just as applicable in the cultivation world.
Of course, since this was a pavilion for entertaining honored guests, there was nothing wrong with making it a little more beautiful.
Descending from the clouds, the sworn siblings entered the great hall.
As for Chen Hongying and the other cultivators who had guided them here, after presenting fragrant tea, they respectfully withdrew.
For a moment, the surroundings fell quiet. The sworn siblings looked at each other, and a thousand emotions surged in both their hearts.
Seas turned to mulberry fields. If a hundred years had passed in the mortal world, the two of them would likely have long since become withered