"I understand." Phainon took a deep breath, nodded to Aglaea, Kryudera, and the others, then slowly walked over.
The other curious Chrysos Heirs exchanged glances and followed into the light screen one after another.
In an instant, a faint sensation of weightlessness and spatial displacement washed over him, as though he had passed through a layer of cold water.
The next second, a solid, slightly cool surface met the soles of his feet—a floor paved with some kind of smooth stone.
The first thing he smelled was a faint, refreshing fragrance, mingled with the subtle scent of plants. It dispelled the last trace of unrealistic worry he might have harbored about the destination of this teleportation.
The stall was clean and tidy. The wooden partitions had been polished smooth, and there was even a small potted plant in the corner.
Soft light filtered down from the grating overhead.
He steadied himself and, following Yan Huan's instructions, pressed the flush button as naturally as possible. Amid the rush of water, he adjusted his robes before pulling open the stall door.
Outside was the typical layout of a Xianzhou public restroom—spacious, bright, and well-ventilated, with the purified water system emitting a low hum.
Before the sinks, a young man in the casual uniform of the Cloud Knight Army was adjusting his sideburns in the mirror. Hearing the sound, he glanced at Phainon through the reflection and gave a slight nod before returning his attention to his appearance. Clearly, he was used to strangers emerging from the stalls.
Phainon let out a breath of relief and nodded back.
He walked over to the sink and washed his hands in the clear running water. Its icy temperature made him feel even more awake.
Aglaea, Kryudera, Hysilens, and the others also emerged from neighboring stalls