Morning sunlight bathed the soaring titanium spires of the Central Celestial Colosseum in purple and gold.
Floating diamond docks lined the grand promenade. Hundreds of gilded flying chariots, pulled by void-serpents and flaming spirit-horses, descended through the clouds. Ancient sect elders in embroidered silk and vault executives in obsidian armor stepped onto the vast crimson carpet leading to the main entrance.
Lin Mo walked up the grand staircase at a relaxed, steady pace.
He wore his usual dark jacket over a clean, simple white cotton shirt. Beside him, Su Wan wore an elegant charcoal business dress, her tablet tucked under her arm. Tie Niu strode on his left in dark security armor, while Chu Lingxiao strolled on his right, calmly sipping an iced melon tea through a glass straw.
Little Guo’er walked between them, holding Lin Mo’s hand with one fist and clutching her little hand-woven reed basket with the other.
“Look at all the big carriages, Brother Lin Mo!” Little Guo’er whispered, her dark eyes shining. “Do you think they have peaches inside?”
“We will find out shortly, little one,” Lin Mo replied, squeezing her small hand.
Near the grand bronze archway, a designated shoe-shining and spittoon station had been set up for the distinguished guests.
