Sea Suppressing City, Teleportation Hall!
A somewhat hurried figure strode out of the teleportation hall.
It was a fair-faced, beardless old man dressed in a dark indigo brocade robe, faint cloud patterns embroidered along its cuffs. His aura was restrained, making him appear ordinary, yet a trace of barely perceptible anxiety lay hidden in his eyes.
His hair and beard were completely white, yet his complexion was ruddy. He hurried along, faint Spirit Light flickering beneath his feet.
Clearly!
This was due to his use of the Light Body Technique.
The wind billowed his robes around him. His expression was taut, his brows slightly furrowed, as though some matter of utmost urgency allowed not a moment's delay.
Before long...
The old man passed through several bustling streets and alleys without slowing in the slightest, heading straight for a shop situated in a prosperous district.
The shop was not particularly ostentatious. A gold-lettered plaque hung above its entrance, bearing the three large characters: "Verdant Pavilion."
Faint Spirit Light lingered around the plaque, clearly enhanced by a spell.
Two pots of flourishing spirit herbs stood on either side of the doorway, giving off a delicate fragrance. Compared to the clamorous businesses around it, the place possessed an extra touch of elegance.
Without the slightest hesitation, the old man stepped over the threshold inscribed with a Defense Array. His figure flashed, and he entered the shop.
The moment he entered, the hubbub within reached his ears—
Several cultivators dressed in blue attendant uniforms were surrounding a few customers, carefully introducing the magic tools and spirit materials displayed in the counters.
At the sight of the old man entering, the attendants who had been busy explaining immediately fell silent. Respect filled their faces as they bowed one after another in greeting, their voices neat