Zhang Yan gazed from atop the clouds, observing the land below. This corner of the world resembled the thriving splendor of the mortal realm. On the Land Continent, a small but sprawling city stretched out. Houses and buildings stood in neat rows, tightly packed like fish scales.
To the north rose a peculiar peak, adorned in hues of peach blossom and verdant willow. The intoxicating fragrance of flowers filled the air, a vision of splendid beauty. A winding river flowed from the mountain's foot, coiling around the city like a protective ribbon.
Fan Changqing pointed down and said, "All these houses and properties belong to the Chen Clan. The residents are all Chen Clan disciples. The city is guarded by prohibitions to prevent outsiders from flying in. Let us descend and enter on foot."
