At Xiao Changkun's renewed invitation, Yue Qianchou, though still hesitant, landed before the building. Smiling, Xiao Changkun turned to face the structure, raised a hand to pat his chest, and suddenly opened his mouth wide. With a whoosh, he spat out dozens of phosphorescent streaks that flew into every corner inside and outside the building. In the blink of an eye, clusters of green flames ignited atop the stone pillars and walls throughout the structure. Without looking closely, one would never have realized that the half-bowl-shaped protrusions on the pillars and walls were actually fire troughs for illumination.
The entire mountaintop immediately brightened, standing between heaven and earth like a green jewel. Yet to Yue Qianchou within it, although it was indeed brightly lit, everything was a gloomy green, steeped in an eerie and terrifying air. The green light shining upon Xiao Changkun's smile added several more shades of strangeness to it.
Utterly monstrous! Yue Qianchou did not know whether he was overthinking it, but although the other party was very courteous, he did not relax his vigilance.
He could not be blamed for that. He knew full well that on the path of cultivation, life and death were often separated by a single thread. Once one lived or died, there was no room for regret; one could only take greater care of oneself. Especially in a place as strange as this.
At Xiao Changkun's invitation, the two entered the building where green light swayed. Yue Qianchou quietly examined the interior. There was almost no furnishing inside, only two stone chairs set side by side with a table between them on the raised hall platform. Oddly, the roof was covered in stone beams, upon which faint traces of something passing over them could be seen.
"This stone house truly has