Elder Chen Mao had given me directions to the banquet hall — where the feast had already started. I made my way through the sect.It was completely different from the world below. Without already knowing it was raised so high in the air, it would’ve been impossible to tell. It was as rich and lush as a forest. There was even a river running through the center of the sect — some kind of formation must have been responsible for returning the water in a loop. It was fresh and crystal clear, nothing like the swamp below.I wondered if another formation was responsible for the total lack of invasive bugs, or something else. The little white moths and fireflies were everywhere, at least, and the sect was softly lit. The servants didn’t spare me a second glance as I walked openly through the road. My conversation with the Elder had taken some time, though likely not long enough for him to have reported back yet. Especially since whoever was trailing me would have to circle back through the entire city, then wait for the pulley system to bring them up the mountain.Still, my hand rested uneasily on my sword, and my eyes closely followed every servant I passed. None of them made a move either to flee or to stop me until I neared the banquet hall.“Is the Young Master lost?” A young servant boy said, stopping in the road before me with a bow. “Allow this one to guide you.” I hesitated, staring at the boy, before [Appraising] him. He was only in the first steps of the First Realm. A very outer disciple of the sect, likely too young to be embroiled in factional politics.“Please, lead the way. I am the Young Master of the Iron Mountain. You may call me Feng Sai.”“Then please follow me, honored cultivator.”We walked toward the banquet hall where the sound of music and the smell of food boiled out. There was a constant noise of rushing water; a stream of liquid kept in current by the formation. When we got closer, I realized (...)