Chen Lin left the Immortal Spirit Tavern and headed straight for the teahouse Qiu Mufan had mentioned.
Xianjue Pavilion.
Three elegant, archaic characters adorned the signboard.
After a glance, Chen Lin pushed the door open and entered. Waves of tea fragrance immediately wafted into his nostrils, opening every pore in his body and invigorating his spirit.
Yet he noticed that, although the fragrance refreshed him, his consciousness actually grew hazier.
Had his soul not advanced, he might have been unable to retain control of himself.
"Welcome, honored guest."
A delicate-featured female cultivator greeted him at the entrance. Her gentle voice was very pleasant to the ear.
"I'm looking for someone."
Chen Lin swept a finger through the air, conjuring an image of Leng Yue.
"Are you looking for Shopkeeper Leng, sir? May I ask your name so I can announce you?"
"Chen Lin of the Kaiyuan Sect."
Chen Lin did not conceal his name.
He happened to have a task to make his name known throughout the Nine Provinces. Spreading his reputation here might improve his task rating as well.
Although this place could block the Heavenly Dao's perception, its entrance had appeared within the space of the Second Trial. That meant its master was undergoing the trial and remained under the Heavenly Dao's reach.
"One moment, please."
The receptionist politely escorted Chen Lin to a waiting area, then went upstairs.
Chen Lin quietly observed his surroundings.
The more he looked, the deeper his brow furrowed.
Everything here was exactly like the outside world. He could discern nothing abnormal, and the people here noticed nothing amiss, living no differently from anyone else.
Except that they could not leave the city.
Moreover, Chen Lin suspected that anyone who had not regained their clarity would never even think of leaving the city.