Half an hour later, Lin Xuan arrived at Haoyan Pavilion.
After presenting his identity Command Token, he was respectfully led inside by a beautiful female cultivator of the Core Condensation Realm.
Lin Xuan studied the magnificent building before him. This was his first time visiting an important place in the city, so he was naturally somewhat curious.
"Ha ha, Fellow Daoist Lin has arrived. Please, have a seat."
A gentle voice entered his ears. Lin Xuan turned his head and saw an old man dressed in white robes, with a childlike face and crane-white hair.
His cultivation was no small matter either. He was actually a cultivator at the peak of Nascent Soul Middle Stage. As his eyes opened and closed, divine light faintly shone from them. Although his realm had not yet broken through, it would not be an exaggeration to say one of his feet had already stepped into the late stage.
Though Lin Xuan had never met him before, it was not difficult to guess this person's identity from his cultivation.
"Grand Elder." Lin Xuan cupped his hands in greeting and spoke mildly.
"Ha ha, there is no need for such courtesy, Fellow Daoist. Please, just sit." The old man stroked his beard, a trace of a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Originally, he had been quite dissatisfied with Monk Conghui taking matters into his own hands, but after observing over these days, this person truly had shown no abnormal behavior, and his identity had also been confirmed.
Although his origins were elusive, he was definitely not a cultivator of Cloud Province... that alone was enough. As an outside cultivator, he should have no reason to act against the city.
Lin Xuan nodded and sat down in a chair. A maid naturally came forward