Zhang Xiao stood on a platform paved with bluestone slabs, gazing up at the towering Mountain Gate before him.
At the Ministry of Magic, Zhang Xiao had seen just how incredible the buildings wizards created with magic could be.
Now, he saw just how profound the legacy of a long history could be.
The enormous Mountain Gate bore clear signs of age, along with marks left by blades and axes, as though a fierce battle had once taken place before it.
An enormous plaque hung above the Mountain Gate, bearing the words "Celestial Masters' Mansion" in seal script.
A soft glow suffused the entire plaque, lending it a majestic grandeur and an imposing air.
"That one's newly hung. I think they put the old one away."
Seeing his son's gaze linger on the plaque, Zhang Chengdao offered a brief explanation.
"Come on, let's head up first. Your mother got your room ready ages ago."
The family climbed the steps, sharing amusing stories. Zhang Xiao told his mother about life at school and his experiences along the way.
He made particular mention of what had happened in Wangjiang County, though he had watched from the sidelines the entire time and barely done anything.
Li Qingshu listened with a smile, occasionally glancing at her husband, while Zhang Chengdao maintained an air of perfect nonchalance.
It had been nothing. With him, the Young Celestial Master, on the job, handling it had been a breeze.
His mother told him about Neville's Family crossing the seas to China, and how they had encountered a ghost ship during the voyage.
The Young Celestial Master's wife had barely unleashed a few particularly potent talisman scripts before the ghost ship fled in a panic.
Much to her regret, she had never managed to board it and see what