The meditation cushion stopped before the stone steps leading up to the highest hall.
The stone steps floated in midair, with an endless void beneath them.
Had that been all he saw, Shen Bing might have thought this was a place without gravity.
But standing on the stone steps, he could feel a force pinning him to the ground.
Gravity certainly existed, or he would have floated away long ago. As for why the hall was floating, who the hell knew? Immortals had all sorts of spells. Who knew which one Lord Lao had used?
Two young attendants stood at the top of the steps, with rosy lips, white teeth, and delicate features.
"Lord Lao certainly knows how to pick people!" Shen Bing muttered. Could this old fellow have some peculiar tastes?
He could think it, but he would never dare say it aloud. Otherwise, the old man would absolutely wipe him out in an instant, leaving nothing behind. He might even kill him over and over as he endlessly revived, which would be rather awkward.
The two young attendants also spotted Donghua Dijun and Shen Bing floating toward them and immediately came down the steps to greet them.
"Greetings, senior brother. Master is already waiting inside the hall," one attendant said as both offered the pair a formal Taoist salute.
Donghua Dijun smiled gently and returned the salute, then walked straight inside with Shen Bing.
Just as they reached the entrance, Shen Bing faintly heard music coming from his phone. The melody was beautiful, though he could not quite say what made it so beautiful.
Ever since he had made this phone his dedicated Gate to the Immortal Realm "gaming console," he had uninstalled every miscellaneous app on it.
Playing music? Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
Now that this mysterious sound