Li Yun smiled faintly and swept down, appearing before the gates of the True Martial Platform's Jade Capital Headquarters in an instant.
The gates towered dozens of meters high, carved from solid green jade. Four gilded characters were set into the lintel: "True Martial Jade Capital."
Their strokes were vigorous, their presence immense. Each character seemed to carry the power to suppress heaven and earth.
Two stone beasts stood before the gates, each distinct and lifelike. Said to depict Primordial Strange Beasts, they still radiated a faint pressure after centuries of wind and rain.
Even from a distance, one could feel the weight and majesty of this Martial Dao Holy Land.
Li Yun stood with his hands behind his back, calmly surveying the four characters. He nodded to himself.
The True Martial Platform had governed China's Martial Dao for centuries. It certainly had deep foundations.
These gates alone were enough to fill most martial artists with awe.
Four guards stood at the entrance. Each had a steady aura and had reached the Grandmaster Realm.
Their leader was a square-faced, sharp-eyed middle-aged man.
He looked Li Yun up and down. The young man was handsome and carried himself with distinction; though his robes were not luxurious, he had an air that set him apart from the world. The guard drew his conclusion—
He was probably the scion of some great Lineage or sect, here to visit one of the Martial Kings at Jade Capital Headquarters.
He had seen plenty of people like that.
"Stop there. Who are you, and what business do you have at the True Martial Platform?"
The middle-aged man spoke politely, though his tone was somewhat absentminded.
He would not deliberately bar the visitor, but the rules still had to be followed.
"Li Fenghua," Li Yun said evenly.