The dojo was made up of three mountain peaks. The peaks on either side housed the three hundred people Bai Yang had taken in, while the middle peak was divided between the Judge's training grounds in the lower section and Bai Yang's residence above.
Formations concealed the upper part of the middle peak, shrouding it in clouds and mist so the outside world couldn't observe it.
There was a cluster of palaces here. Though they had everything one could need, they looked somewhat crude. After all, when Bai Yang had first established the dojo, he hadn't hired a designer; he'd built it himself...
Bai Yang brought Lan Xin to the middle of the mountain, where he first spotted An Jiu in a pavilion.
An Jiu sat cross-legged, cultivating. The gap between their realms was so great that he hadn't sensed anyone approaching. Only when Bai Yang gave a soft cough did he startle awake.
The moment he opened his eyes, An Jiu stood and saluted. "Young master, are you all right?"
Although he'd been on Earth for some time, An Jiu still remembered that Bai Yang had gone alone into a forbidden zone of the Great Light Dynasty. It was teeming with powerful experts and deadly dangers, and there was no guarantee of safety.
"I'm fine. Have you gotten used to things here?" Bai Yang shook his head. Rather than recounting what he'd been through over there, he asked An Jiu how he was finding things.
"Not bad. This place is strange, but once you adjust, it has its own kind of novelty." An Jiu smiled. From his tone, it was clear he'd struggled for some time to adapt to life on Earth.
"That's good. You're here by yourself. Where are the others?"
"I had nothing to do, so I've