The Classic Pavilion was not on Shang Gong Island, but on Ting Feng Island, six hundred li to the west.
With Elder Bai's token in hand, Xu Yi entered Ting Feng Island without a hitch and found the Classic Pavilion without the slightest trouble.
He was in no hurry to enter. Instead, he settled on a bluestone beneath a green pine and slowly released his divine sense.
Sure enough, as soon as he reached the Classic Pavilion, he encountered a faint, almost imperceptible obstruction.
Xu Yi urged the power of utmost sorrow to envelop his divine sense. After exerting himself for a while, he pierced through the obstruction. His divine sense spread like flowing water, instantly covering the entire Classic Pavilion.
After roughly half an incense stick's time, Xu Yi withdrew his divine sense and headed inside.
He crossed the main hall and walked around a pitch-black jade pillar, more than ten zhang tall and wide enough for a dozen people to encircle. A menial worker came to escort him, but Xu Yi waved him away and strode toward a middle-aged man on the west side. The man had a fair, clean face with a conspicuous mole.
"Greetings, Brother Lu. An old acquaintance sent me your way. I hope you can make an exception for me."
As Xu Yi's voice transmission reached him, a mid-grade Spirit Stone silently slipped into the mole-faced man's sleeve.
A glint flashed in the man's eyes. He lowered his head and headed for a side room on the left, with Xu Yi following at a short distance.
As soon as they entered, the mole-faced man shut the door and sent a voice transmission. "Who introduced you? How dare you act so recklessly? I can't help you. Take this Spirit Stone back." As he spoke, he