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The moistened hues faintly adorned the ancient bluestone steps, flowing from a mist whose end was unknown. There was an indescribable mystique and antiquity to them, as if they had weathered inconceivable eras. Simple in their majesty, they invoked an involuntary reverence in the hearts of onlookers.
The surface of the steps was polished to an unmatched smoothness, marred only by the mottled marks of history, which acted like stamps of time. Yet, in the soft glisten of damp rain, they resembled mirrors.
The Banished Immortal halted the ancient boat, with a casual wave of his hand turned it small as a mustard seed, and it flew into his sleeve.
Afterward.
The Banished Immortal took steps toward the bluestone staircase, ascending steadily and leading the way for the others.
Behind him, no one dared to delay, immediately hastening to follow.
Though the pace set by this guide was not fast, the actual speed was astonishingly quick.