"Look, that's the Green Cloud Palace ruins!"
As Zhong Lei, having just scaled the summit, followed the direction his companion was pointing, he saw not far away, atop a perilous peak, a large pile of rubble.
Zhong Lei's eyesight was exceptionally good, and he could see that the ruins were overgrown with wild grass, presenting a desolate scene.
What kind of mighty power could have reduced such a grand Taoist Palace to ruins?
Three years ago, when Zhong Lei had first settled outside the city of Chang'an, he had seen from a distance the Taoist Palace atop Green Cloud Peak.
Back then, the impression that Green Cloud Palace gave him was that of a celestial abode where immortals dwell, something to be admired from afar, never approached.
Now, even if he were to climb over the ridge and urinate on it, nobody would care.
How quickly the world changes, nothing could be truer!
"Wow!"