"Fate Arts Teahouse? A place only Fate Arts Masters can sense and enter? Some storybooks and Fate Arts Notes recorded it," Li Qingxian said.
"Yes."
"Where is the Fate Arts Teahouse in the Divine Capital?" Li Qingxian asked.
"Everlasting Street."
Li Qingxian froze for a moment, recalling Bamboo Sir's Zhuge Shu Brocade Shop, which was also on Everlasting Street.
Guo Xiang rose and said, "Since you've been free lately, I'll take you to have a look."
"You know too?" Li Qingxian asked.
"Now all the Upper Rank and Middle Rank people in the entire Divine Capital know," Guo Xiang said. "Come on. Since we have this time, it's perfect for cultivating Fate Arts. With talent like yours, using your time in officialdom is truly a waste."
As he spoke, Guo Xiang slung the half-man-tall blue-wrapped Grand Fate Disc onto his back.
The two boarded a carriage, left the Night Guard, and entered Everlasting Street.
When the carriage stopped, Guo Xiang got down and said, "See for yourself."
Li Qingxian stepped onto the street and looked up. Across from him stood the entrance to a narrow alley.
Yet he faintly sensed the qi mechanism of a Momentum Configuration flowing there.
Fate Arts were woven from mana, while Momentum Configurations were woven from qi mechanisms.
A qi mechanism was a peculiar force that lay between illusion and reality. Like strands of spider silk, they ultimately intertwined into Momentum Configurations like multilayered spiderwebs.
Qi mechanisms were elusive, appearing and vanishing unpredictably. Only through constant deduction could one barely determine them.
Li Qingxian opened his Spirit Eye, and the scene ahead changed. A black-gold gateframe three zhang high stood before him, its frame entwined with black-and-white snake patterns. Within it, colorful threads drifted and swayed like rippling waters of rainbow light.
This was one