This door had no rivets, no intricately carved cloud patterns or beast-head ornaments. Its surface bore only markings that seemed naturally formed.
Though simple, it carried a unique rhythm—
Zhang Qi looked up and could not help but marvel.
Thanks to the memories of himself from other worlds, he could be considered someone who had seen plenty.
Yet neither Sky Pavilion left behind by the Yellow-Skinned Saints in the Infinite World,
nor the immortal pavilions atop Emei Golden Summit in the Mount Shu world, could compare to what stood before him.
It was not because of scale or splendor, but because those had been man-made, while this seemed utterly natural.
"Lord Zhang, this is as far as this humble immortal will escort you."
Taibai Jinxing flicked his whisk and stepped back half a pace.
"You're not going in, Star lord?"
Zhang Qi turned and asked.
"Laojun invited only you."
Taibai Jinxing smiled until the wrinkles on his face bunched together like a ripe walnut. "This humble immortal still has business for the Jade Emperor to attend to, so I shall take my leave."
Before Zhang Qi could exchange a few polite words, the old man slipped away on a cloud, faster than a rabbit with greased feet.
The door opened a crack with a dull metallic scrape.
Two Daoist Children with twin buns peered out, sizing Zhang Qi up and down.
"Are you Mr. Zhang Qi?"
The Daoist Child's voice was crisp as he regarded Zhang Qi curiously.
Yet no matter how he looked, he could not see why this utterly ordinary-looking man had been invited by his master.
"That's me."
"Come in. Master has been waiting for you for quite some time."
The child pulled the door open and turned to lead the way inside.
Zhang Qi followed him