Before long, they arrived before a three-story golden pavilion. The glittering golden plaque bore three large characters: "Mystic Light Pavilion."
Upon entering Mystic Light Pavilion, they saw a white-haired old man in a green robe dozing behind the counter. Several Foundation Establishment Cultivators were drinking tea inside the shop.
Murong Bo walked up to the counter, took out a black square token, and placed it on the counter.
The shopkeeper's drowsiness vanished at once. He picked up the token and inspected it carefully, then said with a beaming smile, "So it's several old customers. Let's talk inside."
He led Murong Bo's group of six to the rear courtyard. There was a crude wooden house in the courtyard, with a tall Blue-robed Man standing guard at the entrance. Judging from his aura, he was unmistakably a Core Formation Cultivator.
The Blue-robed Man bowed to the six of them and said, "Junior Lu Xu greets the six seniors. These are Spirit Concealing Hats. They can conceal one's aura and identity, preventing others from probing with their divine sense."
He took out several pale green bamboo hats. Runes flowed endlessly across the surface of the hats. He put one on, and with a flash of green light, a sheet of Azure Rosy Cloud surged out and enveloped his body.
Wang Changsheng swept out with his divine sense. The moment it touched the Azure Rosy Cloud, it was blocked by some mysterious force.
"These are the rules set by the organizers to ensure everyone's safety. This old man will go first."
Murong Bo took a bamboo hat, put it on, and pushed open the door.
Inside the room was a Teleportation Array roughly ten feet across. Judging by its size, its teleportation range should not be far.
Murong Bo stepped onto the Formation. A