Song Meilin's smile widened after seeing their reactions.
As an elder of White Moon Sect, she naturally felt proud.
Every disciple who returned after years away would still feel amazed by this sight.
The sect wasn't merely a place to cultivate.
It was their home. She loved it when seeing the amazed looks of the guests.
Yang Qingxi's crimson eyes quietly observed the magnificent scenery.
Then her gaze shifted toward Su Mo.
Rather accurately, toward his thoughts.
[This place is beautiful.]
[But those are definitely torii gates.]
[Why are there torii gates here?]
[There's Chinese architecture, Japanese architecture, even some structures that resemble Himalayan monasteries.]
[What kind of cultural fusion happened in this world?]
[At this point, if someone suddenly tells me there's a Viking village hidden somewhere, I wouldn't even be surprised.]
Yang Qingxi almost smiled.
