Even from outside, Lin Mu could sense the dense spatial formations layered beneath the structure. This was not a hastily assembled teleportation hub. It was a relic of a time when the Butterfly Kingdom had stood whole and confident in its future.
Inside, the hall was busy but not chaotic.
Lines formed at several counters, most of them for intra world teleportation. Immortals moved with purpose, clerks shouted numbers, and formation masters coordinated schedules. The air buzzed with controlled urgency.
Lin Mu and Daoist Chu approached one of the only two counters designated for inter world travel.
The attendant was a middle aged Immortal with calm eyes and a tablet of formation light hovering before him. He listened patiently as Lin Mu explained their request.
"Destination?" the man asked.
"Fox Scion World," Lin Mu replied.
The attendant froze for a fraction of a second.
Then he slowly looked up.
"Fox Scion World?" he repeated, clearly surprised.
