William stood with soaked and heavy clothes before a grand wooden gate that rose several meters above him.
The structure was similar to what he had seen in ancient Chinese cultures in his last life.
Ornate beams curved upward at the corners, layered rooftops stacked with elegant symmetry. The craftsmanship reminded him strongly of ancient eastern architecture he had once studied in his previous life.
"This reminds me of cultivation novels used to read in my last life," William murmured as rain slid down his jaw.
The palace stood unmoved amid the violent storm that raged around the floating island.
Jade inlays shimmered faintly within the carved wooden framework, and at the center of the massive doors was the symbol he was familiar with, it was similar to what he had seen etched on the invitation scroll.
A dragon coiled around a sword through drifting clouds
William lifted his gaze and stared into those carved eyes.
For a strange moment, it felt as if the dragon stared back.
