A thoughtful look appeared on Wang Qingshan's face. It seemed that things had been rather unsettled lately; they needed to be more careful.
"Seventh Great-Uncle, something major may have happened here. We need to be extra cautious."
Wang Tianwen's expression turned grave as he transmitted his voice.
"Let's go! Everyone, be careful."
Wang Qingshan reminded them uneasily. They found an inn and settled in.
After arranging accommodations for the clansmen, Wang Qingshan, Wang Tianwen, and Wang Qiuming strolled through the streets.
Blue-robed scholars could be seen everywhere—men and women, young and old alike. Whenever they encountered friends, they would clasp their hands in salute. Besides cultivators, Wang Qingshan saw quite a few mortals chatting with cultivators. Such a sight was simply unheard of elsewhere.
Wang Tianwen had introduced the situation before, but even after Wang Qingshan and Wang Qiuming witnessed it firsthand, they still found it strange.
The goods sold in the shops came in every variety, from Demon Beast materials and Metal Ore to other wares. However, there were quite a few bookstores selling poetry, calligraphy, and paintings.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, they arrived before a five-story pavilion.
Pine Breeze Pavilion. It was a teahouse, and quite a few cultivators were drinking tea and chatting there.
The main hall was packed to the brim. Mortals and cultivators gathered together, drinking tea as they discussed affairs of state.
The second and third floors were also full of guests, though there were still several vacant tables on the fourth floor.
The three found an empty table and sat down, ordering a pot of Spirit Tea and three plates of pastries. As they drank tea, they listened to the idle chatter around them.
They were either discussing the political affairs of Cloud Sea Province or