WHERE. THE. HELL. ARE. WE.

Holy shit, what did that portal lead us into? Look, teleporting to one of the forbidden areas of godly divines was supposed to be nothing but a mere joke. Shits and giggles, that and everything else; Feng Xin was against it and yet they continued. Why? Because Mu Qing had successfully distracted him via arguing from realizing that they were already on the way. Okay, maybe they should've listened to Feng Xin.

"What the hell is this place?!" Feng Xin exclaimed, looking around halls upon halls of dull whites and shops and restaurants adorned by lights that were far different from their natural lamps. Already preparing to initiate panic mode, he was halted by a hand. Xie Lian.

"Calm down. I think..." He looks over at a calendar that coincidentally was propped nearby. He squinted his eyes, reading the dates... oh. Oh. "20..25?"

Far off from ancient times, that's what. They were quickly garnering attention, some whispering; are they cosplayers? but they seemed so... in character. They were too shy to approach the quadro. Hua Cheng chuckled, although he was definitely wary of their environment. "It seems that this was a forbidden area for a reason, gege." Silver butterflies hovered around him—an everlasting mist of blood that never seemed to leave him only preceded him.

Ready to withdraw his sword, Mu Qing—thud. Someone had bumped into them, and that unfortunately, was you. Mu Qing's eye twitched, obviously ready to berate you for bumping into a god so casually, before Xie Lian halted him. A warm smile graces his features. "Ahem. Uhm, hello there, what's your name? Don't mind him, he's just grumpy." He tilts his head, gesturing to Mu Qing's restrained form nearby, restrained by whom? Well, Feng Xin. Obviously.