Prefecture City, before Wanbao Pavilion.
The carriage came to a steady stop beneath a magnificent seven-story pavilion.
Chen Qing lifted the curtain and stepped down, raising his eyes to look.
The pavilion's flying eaves and interlocking brackets gave it an air of boundless grandeur. On its gold-lacquered plaque were three ancient, vigorous characters: "Wanbao Pavilion."
The guards at the entrance wore tight-fitting outfits, their auras fierce and their gazes sharp. They were all Hidden Strength experts.
Yang Zhicheng, who had been waiting for some time, hurried over enthusiastically, unable to suppress the excitement on his face. "Brother Chen, you finally came! Steward Liu is in a private room catching up with my uncle!"
He paused, his voice carrying the relief and delight of a burden lifted. "My uncle doesn't plan to keep running around after coming back this time! He has bought property in the Prefecture City and will be staying here for good!"
"Oh?"
Chen Qing smiled faintly at that. "That is indeed good news."
He remembered Yang Zhicheng mentioning that he had obtained the Letter of Recommendation to Wutai Sect through this very uncle.
Yang Zhicheng's uncle, Wu Tieshan, nicknamed the "Thunderous Blade," had once been a disciple of Lihuo Institute. Later, he left Wutai Sect and became a Blade Catcher, spending year after year licking blood from the edge of a blade, his whereabouts uncertain.
For him to settle down in the Prefecture City this time was undoubtedly a tremendous source of support for Yang Zhicheng.
Yang Zhicheng nodded, then said, "Brother Chen, I saw that spear myself. Its cold gleam was razor-sharp, and it was immensely heavy in hand—definitely no ordinary item. Steward Liu's eye for appraising treasures is famous. Since he says it is a masterpiece among lower-grade treasure weapons, it cannot be wrong."
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