Su Shi'er's brows twitched. In an instant, he had made up his mind.
His expression turned solemn at once, and following the information revealed in the Paper Kite Message, he strode swiftly toward the address.
Before long, Su Shi'er left the Pill Hall compound. He walked down the street, threading through the crowd. After traveling a hundred zhang, he indeed spotted an alley to his left, lined on both sides with neatly arranged courtyards.
Su Shi'er continued onward until he reached the deepest part of the alley. Before him stood an exquisitely crafted little courtyard, ancient and elegant.
"Is this the place?"
Looking at the tightly locked gate before him, Su Shi'er's brows twisted into a knot as he muttered softly.
No sooner had he spoken than a voice came from within.
The voice was not loud, with not the slightest trace leaking out, yet it reached Su Shi'er's ears with exceptional clarity, as though it had been spoken for him alone.
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist, this is the place. Since you are here, simply come in."
Hmm? Voice transmission??
No... it should be some sort of sound-based technique.
Su Shi'er pondered inwardly. Since he had come, he intended to get to the bottom of this.
Hearing the voice, he stepped forward and pushed open the courtyard's wooden gate.
With a creak, the gate opened, and Su Shi'er strode into the courtyard.
"It's you?"
Seeing the figure before him, Su Shi'er's pupils contracted, and he was slightly taken aback.
Someone had suddenly claimed to have seen through his identity and arranged to meet him.
On his way here, Su Shi'er had considered many possibilities. One was Elder Chu, the person in charge of the Pill Hall; another was the Nascent Soul cultivator named Du Ziwén beside the Blood Cloud Daoist.