Origin Sea Immortal City.
A lean young man walked forward at an unhurried pace.
A long while later.
The exceptionally handsome cultivator paused and looked toward a pavilion not far away.
The three gleaming words "Dao Discussion Pavilion" above the entrance radiated a hazy Spirit Light.
Though the name sounded lofty and refined!
In truth, this pavilion was merely a teahouse.
At the sight.
After Cheng Buzheng glanced at those three words and confirmed that this was the right place, he stepped forward again and headed toward the pavilion.
Entering the main hall of the Dao Discussion Pavilion!
The hall was elegantly arranged, and the cultivators coming and going all possessed at least Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation.
Thus, it was not as noisy as an ordinary teahouse.
At this moment, most of the cultivators seated in the hall were Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators. They spoke softly and smiled lightly, creating a most harmonious atmosphere.
Yet the moment Cheng Buzheng entered the pavilion, his heart stirred.
He suddenly pricked up his ears.
Though the voices in the hall were quiet, cultivators possessed exceedingly keen senses. A piece of gossip clearly reached Cheng Buzheng's ears.
At a table against the wall in the southeastern corner of the hall sat two vigorous old men.
One of them, an old man in a green robe, spoke softly to the white-robed old man seated opposite him:
"Fellow Daoist, don't go out to sea anytime soon!"
Upon hearing this.
The white-robed old man could not help but freeze. Setting down his teacup, he asked with puzzlement in his eyes:
"What happened? I've only just emerged from closed-door meditation, and my Spiritual Items resources have been used up. If I don't go out to sea in search of opportunities, how am I supposed to sustain my cultivation?"