The flying boat landed in the Immortal City. Li Zhi disembarked from the Immortal Boat, glanced around, and beheld numerous exquisite pavilions with jade-like structures nestled among the lush green peaks. Their eaves seemed to hang like dewdrops, with ornately carved ridgepoles grasping the morning glow.
This was the familiar scene of the Immortal world to Li Zhi, which significantly calmed his mind. Otherwise, along the way, the cities he encountered were filled with towering buildings, resembling forests of steel and concrete, which clashed with the style of This World and inexplicably stressed him.
Having seen so much of this foreign scenery, Li Zhi felt a vague sense of panic, without knowing its source. Now that he set foot in the Immortal City, he was finally at ease, feeling that the world was still the one he knew.
