There had been countless arrays that obscured the branch from the outside view. From what Yang Qing heard it was powerful enough to fool even the senses of seventh-stage domain experts.
Thanks to the command token he was given as the branch chief, all the powerful arrays covering every inch of the branch were under his control.
Yang Qing felt an odd sense of safety and power when he held the smoothened-out deer horn artifact, which was the command token of the Deer Mountain Range Branch.
Once inside, the branch was just as he had left it when he last visited it a month ago, the verdant mountain that had a faint colorful mist surrounding it, lush vegetation, an inland lake with recreated tributaries, the branch building itself and its accompanying facilities, and the dense spiritual qi that was so dense that it condensed to spiritual dew that was light blue.