The courtyard was protected by some kind of formation and reacted when he approached with his disciple token.
Bai Zihan stepped past the shimmering barrier into his new residence, taking a moment to scan the surroundings.
The courtyard was modest, yet elegant.
The air was thick with qi, clearly enhanced by the formation inscribed around the perimeter.
Although he would like to praise the formation, its efficiency was almost ten times lower than what he had in the Bai Clan.
So rather than being an upgrade, it was actually a downgrade for him—though perhaps those from poorer backgrounds might see it differently.
Inside, the residence was divided into three sections: a bedroom, a meditation chamber, and a bathroom.
The furnishings were simple but of good quality—a sturdy wooden bed with soft cushions, and a meditation mat placed directly beneath a small skylight for natural illumination.
Bai Zihan walked to the center of the room, running his fingers along the wooden table.
