The front hall was packed with guests, the sound of silk and bamboo instruments unceasing.
Quite a few people whispered among themselves, their words brimming with anticipation. Everywhere, the word "fairy" echoed.
"I heard several fairies will personally visit Listening Rain Pavilion today. Looks like we came to the right place!"
"I wonder which one will appear first. If I am fortunate enough to hear a fairy play a single tune, I will die without regrets."
The waves of discussion drifted into Wang Yuan's ears, stirring a hint of curiosity within him.
He had originally planned to set out for Kaoshan Sect as soon as he finished resting.
Yet this idle chatter unexpectedly piqued his interest, and he walked over to a middle-aged man in brocade at the neighboring table.
The man wore jade ornaments at his waist and carried himself with dignified composure. At a glance, he was clearly a martial artist with considerable means in the city.
Wang Yuan cupped his hands, his tone even.
"Brother, I heard everyone discussing fairies just now. May I ask who they are referring to?"
Hearing this, the brocaded middle-aged man turned and carefully sized Wang Yuan up from head to toe.
Earlier, Wang Yuan had been covered in dust, and everyone had taken him for a wandering martial man.
Now that he had washed and changed, he appeared upright and reserved, faintly radiating the sharp aura of someone who had weathered countless battles. He was clearly no ordinary man.
The middle-aged man did not dare slight him in the least and hurriedly rose to return the greeting.
"So Brother has only just arrived here. No wonder you were unaware."
Lowering his voice, the middle-aged man explained with a smile.
"The foremost among those we speak of is Luo Qingyi of Tingyu