"How could there be a building in this mountain wilderness?"
Only after a long while did Fang Qianyuan recover his senses, inwardly wondering in disbelief.
What had appeared before him was none other than a small, freestanding building of brick and stone, resembling a palace.
Looking more closely at its surroundings, he saw flowers in brilliant purples and reds planted among tall trees. An outer wall over ten feet high encircled the building, enclosing a small courtyard. It was unmistakably a manor.
It stood incongruously atop a small hill, nearly a hundred zhang across and over ten zhang high. Lush foliage and blooming flowers covered the hill, forming a stark contrast with the barren, desolate ground around it, stripped bare by the gale.
"What exactly is this place?" Fang Qianyuan blinked and scrutinized it again for a long while. He even secretly circulated his Spirit Essence and drew upon the Thunder Civet's power, guarding against the possibility that he had fallen under an illusion.
But Fang Qianyuan soon realized that his mind was perfectly clear. There was no way he was under an illusion.
Sensing his hesitation, Little White also stopped and watched for a long time, sniffing hard at the scents drifting through the air.
But she found nothing unusual either.
"Little White, let's go over. If there really is danger, we've already come this far. It would be hard to escape anyway." Fang Qianyuan patted Little White's neck as he spoke.
Little White continued forward.
Then they saw a young woman walk out of the courtyard, her skin white as snow and her features so exquisite that she scarcely seemed human.
Standing on the hillside several dozen zhang away, she showed no surprise as Little White approached with Fang Qianyuan on her back. Instead, she came forward to