They soon reached the Temple of the Celestial Sword. They entered the grand entrance hall, which was a vast, open space with high vaulted ceilings. The walls were adorned with carvings depicting the sect’s history, legendary swordsman, and celestial motifs. A raised platform sat in the center of this hall. A life-sized, gilded statue of a sword was thrust into a stone pedestal. This sword was the symbol of the Heavenly Sword Sect’s legacy and its commitment to advancing the Dao of the Sword. At the far end of the hall stood a massive pair of ornate double doors, each engraved with the celestial sword sect’s symbol.
“This way,” Zhe Fēnglì directed them.
People murmured as they went over to one side of the entrance hall, where a long counter traversed the entire length of the wall. Several disciples stood there, ready to serve. The poor young man they walked in front of nearly tripped over himself as he hastened into a martial bow.