Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190602041941/@comment-36159587-20190602193340

 The place was...unlike any other. As soon as Hitan stepped in, there was the smell of...bread? Chinese cooking?--he wasn't sure at this point.

 Unlike the Modern Sect, the sky was completely blue, not a cloud in the sky. But, that exact fact also unnerved Hitan quite a bit. He wondered if there had ever been a cloud here.

 "Freeze!" yelped a voice, in another language. Chinese, perhaps. Hitan found the ability to understand other languages highly convenient, and besides, he'd learned a bit himself.

 Hitan sighed, preparing to explain himself--except he was literally freezing up, from his feet and up.

 Oh, this was inconvenient.