Han Yu recovered after a few minutes, which Xu Qing graciously granted him.
"Come, we still have some distance to travel, and I also have to explain some things to you," Xu Qing spoke.
"Okay." Han Yu took a long gulp of water, feeling as if he had just survived a near-death experience.
They left the building and stepped onto a vast open ground. The place was bustling with activity—disciples zipped around like industrious bees, servants scurried about carrying various supplies, and the entire atmosphere hummed with efficiency.
Towering trees lined the edges, their leaves rustling in the breeze, while the crisp scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers filled the air.
Han Yu instantly felt invigorated, as if he had just inhaled liquid vitality itself.
"HUU… HUUU… HUUU…" Han Yu took deep, exaggerated breaths, looking almost intoxicated by the sheer quality of the air.
"Still think this is some fourth-rate sect?" Xu Qing chuckled.
