"If you want to go to the Hidden Sword Pavilion, just follow this road straight ahead. At the end, you'll see a huge mountain. Climb to the summit, and you'll reach the Hidden Sword Pavilion. Easy enough."
"The Hidden Sword Pavilion has its gates wide open right now. If you go now, you might still make it."
Before the middle-aged man in front of Ye Lin could finish explaining, a woman in the distance spoke up with a grin.
"Many thanks."
Coming back to his senses, Ye Lin thanked the woman, then led the people behind him onward.
The Hidden Sword Pavilion—according to that middle-aged man, it was one of the foremost great powers on the Origin Continent. They should have maps, right?
No matter where one was, if one wanted to get hold of something like a map, one had to seek out a major power.
Because only major powers were qualified to possess maps.
Only they had the influence to produce them, or the deep foundations to pass them down from ancient times.
Everything else was street-stall junk, all fake. Anyone who believed it was an idiot.
"Old Hag Wang, you keep ruining this young master's livelihood time and again. Aren't you ashamed? Just how have I offended you?"
Watching Ye Lin's group leave, the middle-aged man from before felt his heart bleed. Those people had clearly believed him. If he had kept spinning tales for a little longer, a huge pile of Supreme Immortal Stones would have landed in his pocket.
In ordinary times, getting Supreme Immortal Stones was harder than climbing to heaven. He had wanted to make a fortune during this stretch of time, yet this Old Hag Wang kept cutting off his source of income again and again.
It was simply unforgivable.
"Tch. You've