Tianhe Water Mansion, edge of Zone A.
Chen Mu stood before a white jade archway as tall as a five-story building.
The archway's pillars were carved with Cloud Patterns of Mutant Beasts, while four large characters stood at its summit—Golden Pearl Dao Field.
Through the archway entrance, he could see rows of neat, exquisite two-story Wooden Towers built along the edge near the gate.
Further in stood expansive garden Other Courtyards with red walls and green tiles.
At the deepest point was a sprawling square complex of buildings, like a palace from a mortal dynasty.
Chen Mu sank his mind into the Primordial Talisman and activated his unique vision.
He saw that all of Zone A seemed to be enclosed within a transparent bubble.
Threads of Earth Spirit Vital Qi, like swimming fish, rushed in from every direction and eagerly burrowed into the bubble.
Chen Mu blinked, withdrew his unique vision, and Zone A once again became that orderly, beautiful place with nothing particularly unusual about it.
"The Wooden Towers on the outskirts of Golden Pearl Dao Field cost ten White Jade Coins per person per day. Going?" a tall, thin middle-aged man in his forties with two long black mustaches asked expressionlessly.
"I'll look around first." Chen Mu shook his head.
The middle-aged man said flatly, "Then don't block the way."
Heh! What a snob! Who did he think he was looking down on?!
Believe it or not, I'll crush you to death with thirty thousand White Jade Coins!
Chen Mu glared fiercely at the man. Before he could speak, a streak of light flew overhead.
A cloth pouch landed with a slap on the long table before the middle-aged man.
"Number Eleven, Zone A. One year." A voice came from midair. Without even showing himself, the person shot