"Young man, welcome to Midnight."
He happened to look up when he heard that soft laugh, and froze the instant he saw the sight before him.
It was a fantastical scene that could only be described as an 'immortal mountain.'
Mist and clouds curled around it, a layer of pure white added to the rosy glow of dusk. Beyond a vermilion mountain gate like that of a shrine stretched a flight of bluestone steps, their destination unknown.
The peak could not be seen, but ancient buildings with the grandeur of an Imperial Palace flickered in and out of view amid towering mountains thousands of meters high.
Spiritual cranes flew away in rows through the sunset, their cries echoing in the air.
Majestic, breathtaking, ethereal, ancient, transcendent, tranquil.
It was scenery straight out of the immortal cultivation legends people imagined. As Fang Ran slowly pushed himself up and looked skyward, he could not find words to describe what he felt.
He could only stare at the scene, which gave off such a powerful sense of being apart from the world, and truly understand what it meant to be—
A faint trace of the immortal realm.
For an instant, thoughts of sects, immortal schools, and cultivation clans flashed through his mind.
For one brief moment, Fang Ran wondered if he had transmigrated.
"So this is Mid—!"
Then, just as he was filled with disbelief and wanted to ask the girl in cloud sleeves and crimson brocade—
"—night."
He realized that she had already vanished without a trace.
Huh? When did she leave?
"Meow!"
Fang Ran was staring blankly in surprise at the only thing left beside him—a lively black Meow Ball—when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Lord Fang Ran!"
He instinctively turned toward the sound. Beyond the vermilion mountain gate, the