The Ancient Races' Schemes Draw All Eyes

After hearing Jiang Ren's account of the Dao Origin Heavenly Palace, Jiang Yun left the Jiang Family and hurried to the Sacred City.

Nothing pressing required his attention within the family. He planned to deal with the Dao Origin Heavenly Palace first; someone seemed to be using it to test him.

Before long, Jiang Yun appeared on the streets of the Sacred City, his appearance lightly altered. To his surprise, the palace housing the Dao Origin Heavenly Palace was empty.

"Young man, this isn't the right time to deliver gifts. The ladies have all gone out today!"

Jiang Yun turned toward the voice. There seemed to be a tea stall in a roadside corner, though he could hardly tell beneath the mass of rare flowers burying it.

"Elder, your stall is quite extraordinary!"

Jiang Yun approached the tea stall wrapped in bouquets of rare flowers. Amid the blossoms, an old man was wiping down a table, while a few scattered tables held customers.

It was the strangest tea stall Jiang Yun had ever seen. Rare flowers vied for beauty, drawing colorful butterflies to gather and dance nearby.

Some bouquets even had precious spirit herbs tucked into their centers. They were remarkable, but Jiang Yun did not understand the extravagance. It was all too much show for too little substance.

Why would the owner of a tea stall be so wasteful? The spirit tea he sold could hardly pay for these flowers. Could he be some hidden master?

"You jest, young master. This old man is only looking after them for others. Young talents from various places left them here. If you have someone in your heart, you can leave a gift too, and I'll deliver them all in due course!"

The old man spoke politely, his back bent. Thinking Jiang