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This was Tenglong City—prosperous, bustling, and brimming with vitality.

Yang Lingtian paid no attention to the surrounding clamor. He had only one goal: the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

After identifying the direction, he headed straight for the center of the city.

The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion stood at the very center of Tenglong City, in its most prosperous district.

It was a towering, magnificent pavilion that rose into the clouds, grand and imposing. Like a crane standing among chickens, it drew attention wherever it stood.

A massive plaque hung above the pavilion entrance, bearing three large, boldly flourishing characters: Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

The ancient, vigorous calligraphy contained an aura of mystery so unfathomable that it inspired awe at a glance.

Yang Lingtian walked to the entrance of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion and stopped.

The pavilion's doors stood open. Two attendants in azure robes stood at the entrance, smiling as they welcomed the passing guests.

"Welcome to the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion. How may we be of service?"

The attendant wore a smile and spoke respectfully, but a trace of scrutiny lingered in his eyes.

Yang Lingtian's expression remained calm as his gaze swept across the interior of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

The pavilion was elegantly decorated and exquisitely arranged, while a faint sandalwood fragrance permeated the air.

Quite a few cultivators moved about inside. Some made inquiries at the counters, while others browsed the bookshelves.

"I want to see your pavilion master, Su Jizi."

Yang Lingtian's voice was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable majesty.

The smile on the attendant's face stiffened slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.

"Honored guest, our pavilion master isn't someone just anyone can meet."

The attendant's tone remained respectful, but it had grown more distant.

"To meet our pavilion master, you need to make