Following the guide's directions, Lin Heng and Jiang Jingyi took a flying vessel across the boundary between the domes of District Five and District Six, and their view gradually opened up.
Sure enough, with the coordinate token Lin Ziqing had given him clutched in his hand, the precise location of Zixuan Sect could appear before him at any time, as though he had navigation switched on.
Zixuan, Zixuan—well, well!
Lin Heng rolled the two characters around on his tongue. Wasn't that his mom's name? It had quite the romantic flair!
Jiang Jingyi sat beside him and turned to glance at him. "What? You only just realized?"
"Yeah, I only just realized. Disgusting." Lin Heng curled his lip. "A grown man abandons his wife and runs off here, yet he has the nerve to name his sect after my mom. Like he's so deeply devoted."
If he was truly devoted, then he should go back! What was the point of naming things over here?
That whole romanticism routine was the most shameless of all.
Jiang Jingyi merely smiled without speaking, clearly unwilling to get tangled up in the grievances between father and son.
Perhaps the way men expressed their feelings toward other men was exactly like this—sharp-tongued while their hearts said otherwise.
Before long, the flying vessel carrying the two of them landed before a valley in District Seven.
Entirely unlike the technological architectural style they had seen before, the layout here was much closer to that of the Immortal Realm.
A mountain gate archway, blue-stone steps, woods thick with shade—there were even disciples in white robes flying back and forth along the mountain paths.
Looking up, they could see a large plaque halfway up the mountain—Zixuan Hall.
Lin Heng stood at the foot of the mountain with his hands behind