After the introductions, Miss Moran led everyone upstairs and into her bedroom.
Her bedroom looked utterly ordinary, without a single unusual piece of furniture or decoration. But the moment Pan Long stepped inside, he sensed that there was more to it than met the eye.
Behind the bed, where there should have been a wall, there was clearly a large space, enough for three or four people to stand in.
Strangely, when he swept the room with his spiritual sense, its dimensions were perfectly normal. He estimated that without that strange space, the room's size would match what he had observed from outside.
Now that was curious.
Pan Long had seen similar techniques before. Lie Yukou's Worldly Retreat, for instance, looked from the outside like a stone incense burner sitting on a table in his cultivation room. A small piece of backflow incense burned inside it year-round, its smoke, heavier than air, flowing down the mountain-shaped burner like a stream. It had an air of quiet elegance that suited an old Daoist perfectly.
But by standing in the right place and reciting an incantation, one could enter the world inside that burner—a vast Bamboo Grove stretching for dozens of miles, with several refined little houses among the trees.
Bi Lingkong was recuperating there now. For her safety, at least one of the two Immortals, Lie Yukou and Lanling Kuang, remained nearby to guard her at all times, either inside the Bamboo Grove or in the cultivation room where the burner stood.
Pan Long had seen other techniques like it, each a marvel of ingenuity.
But... those who could employ such techniques were almost all extraordinary figures. Pan Long had to admit that most of them surpassed even him as he was now.
Yet the person who had arranged this thing