"No need. Wait for me there. I'll come over."
Di Yi spoke, took a single step into the sky, crossed the long main and side stairways up the mountain, passed several floating palace compounds, and arrived directly before the particularly magnificent palace.
"Oh? You actually made it here under your own power. That was unexpected. Have you only just entered Formation, yet already mastered the ability to soar through the heavens without relying on runes or Precious Techniques?" From within the particularly magnificent palace, that melodious female voice rang out again. She opened the tightly shut doors and invited him inside.
Tap, tap...
The unusual palace was very spacious and empty, unlike the assortment of displays Di Yi had imagined. Rather than a Divine Saint's traveling palace, it seemed more like a place for secluded cultivation.
Ahead, in the center of the palace, stood a Dao Platform. A rush cushion lay atop it, and a maiden sat cross-legged upon the cushion. She did not seem very old, seventeen or eighteen at most.
"Are you from the Heaven Mending Pavilion?" Di Yi looked at the maiden. She wore gray robes with flowing sleeves. Though almost her entire body was covered, they could hardly conceal her striking figure.
Gray clothes would undoubtedly have given an ordinary person a dull, aged air, but the maiden's bearing was unusual. Dressed this way, she instead possessed an ethereal resonance of the Dao, aloof from worldly dust.
Even a cursory look revealed that her clothing was extremely ancient, a style from ancient antiquity recorded in the Heaven Mending Pavilion's Bone Scriptures, rarely seen in the present day.
"Of course not. I'm merely borrowing this place to rest." The maiden smoothed her loose black hair. Her voice was truly lovely, brimming with vitality, though for some reason