The fog-shrouded gorge parted like a curtain as Elder Su guided the spirit crane downward.
The creature's wings rustled softly, slowing their descent until they hovered just above a winding forest path.
Tian Shen leapt down with practiced ease, landing on moss-damp earth.
Elder Su followed a moment later, the hem of her robe brushing wet leaves.
"Come."
She said.
They walked.
No grand sect gates. No runic lights. Just the scent of pine and the occasional chirp of insects hidden in the undergrowth.
The world here felt more fragile—like a painting left too long in the sun.
Tian Shen recognized the shift immediately.
"We're in mortal lands."
Elder Su nodded.
"Deep in the outer edges. A place the Sect hasn't touched in decades."
A turn in the road revealed a small village nestled against a hillside. Smoke rose in thin ribbons from clay chimneys.
Thatched roofs, stone walls, the distant murmur of water wheels. Children's laughter floated on the wind.
