Golden pearls adorned the chambers, and brilliant silks were gathered into pavilions.
Pearlescent light dazzled the eyes amid lavish splendor.
After his arrival had been announced, Su Tong was led into the Central Army Tent by a strongman.
It was his first visit, and he could not help looking up curiously and glancing around, a faint trace of emotion showing in his eyes.
Even in the mortal world, the tents of commanding generals lacked no exquisite craftsmanship.
How much more so for these cultivators who could soar through the heavens and burrow through the earth.
With them personally arranging the decorations, the result naturally surpassed anything mortals could achieve.
Though Chen Heng had given no instructions, those beneath him would find ways to flatter and please him.
Rather than a military tent, the present Central Army Tent was more aptly described as a lofty, spacious palace.
Glittering stars and kingfisher greens shone everywhere, their light penetrating within and without, with agarwood for pillars and beams and gold for foundations.
The flowers and trees grew splendidly, all rare immortal varieties that never withered in winter or summer, their extraordinary fragrance filling the air and greeting the nose.
Seeing this, Su Tong could not help furrowing his brows slightly.
But when he recalled what he would soon present to Chen Heng,
his heart eased again, and he settled down, sitting motionless in the guest seat as he quietly awaited Chen Heng's arrival.
As for this wait of his,
it did not last very long.
First came the sound of footsteps, then a figure drew aside the curtains and emerged from the Inner Hall.
Chen Heng calmly seated himself in the place of honor, looked at Su Tong as he hastily rose, and asked with a smile:
"Su Tong of the Chenzhang Sect,