"But... that's a hundred li. If we walk, how long would it take?" Xiao Hua was a little bewildered!
"Let me explain, Fellow Daoist Xiao..." Before Cai Zhuoxia could explain, a jade-green flash streaked past not far below them. A leaf-shaped flying artifact rose from between the foothills, several cultivators standing aboard it as it flew straight toward the place a hundred li away where strange colors flowed brilliantly!
"I understand!" Xiao Hua slapped his forehead, then looked at Cai Zhuoxia's smiling face and said, "Rogue cultivators really are shallow in experience. I've made Fellow Daoist Cai laugh at me!"
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, don't belittle yourself!" Cai Zhuoxia pointed toward the foothills. "Let's go over there first!"
When Xiao Hua and Cai Zhuoxia descended from the air, rounded a mountain ridge, and saw the Reception Pavilion built against the mountain, Xiao Hua was even more dumbfounded! He had thought that a Reception Pavilion was merely a pavilion for receiving guests, probably much like the one at Shang Hua Ming—well, perhaps only much larger. Yet as he looked at the vast spread of pavilions and towers before him, built against the mountain and nearly covering the entire foothills, he was speechless. This... was still a pavilion?
Most peculiar of all, this enormous cluster of pavilions and towers was built entirely of jade. It was divided into three levels, each made from jade of a different color, while the structures on every level differed in style as well, each with its own distinct character!
Xiao Hua was about to ask why the Reception Pavilion was divided into three levels when, just as he opened his mouth, a fiery-red streak of light flew in from the side. In the blink of an eye, it reached the front of the Reception Pavilion. It was