"Oh?" Lin Mu looked around and saw that a small shack stood around him.
It was old or rather, extremely old. And the structure was so ordinary that anyone looking at it for the first time would probably assume it had been built by a mortal farmer somewhere in a remote village.
The roof was made from straw, the walls were wooden planks covered with mud, the floor consisted of roughly broken stones, and there was no impressive entrance.
There were no shining immortal formations, no grand palace and certainly no towering pillars that one might expect from some kind of hidden inheritance or tomb. Everything about the place screamed ordinary.
Lin Mu stared at it for several seconds then his expression slowly changed.
"Interesting." He crouched down and touched the floor as his finger brushed against the rough black stone.
A faint smile appeared on his face. "This is Immortal Grade Black Sandstone."
He looked toward the wooden wall. "Immortal Grade Mahogany Wood."
