Above a tavern.
By the window, Luo Chen sat alone, eating some of the West Pole Continent's local delicacies.
Although high-level cultivators pursued clarity of mind and did not advocate extreme asceticism, they still mostly abstained from food in order to keep their bodies pure.
After so many years, the various flavors entering his mouth naturally lifted his spirits considerably.
Yet while savoring the food, he had kept his attention on the street below.
When a Daoist appeared on the long street, one hand resting on a whisk, his cheeks gaunt and a wisp of goat beard beneath his chin, Luo Chen's gaze could not help but settle on him.
"This should be him."
As if sensing something, that immortal-looking Daoist also raised his head at that moment and smiled at Luo Chen from afar.
Luo Chen calmly nodded in acknowledgment, but faint ripples rose in his heart.
What keen Divine Thought!
He had been looking down from above and had been searching all along; only then had he managed to pick the other man out from the vast sea of people.
Yet the Daoist had reacted the instant Luo Chen noticed him.
Either he possessed an exceptionally strong Divine Soul Foundation, or he had some secret technique protecting him.
Before long.
The Daoist came up to the tavern and stopped before Luo Chen.
With one hand raised in greeting, he said, "This poor Daoist is Fuyunzi. Greetings, Fellow Daoist."
Luo Chen rose and returned the greeting. "Murong Yuan. Greetings, Fellow Daoist!"
He then gestured for him to sit, and the other man gladly took a seat.
Once seated, he went straight to the point.
"Before informing Fellow Daoist of the Nirvana Void Fruit's whereabouts, may this poor Daoist take another look at that Azure Water Dragon-Chong Beast Bone? I