Seeing that the man neither cared for courtesy nor yielded to persuasion, and instead seemed intent on pouring his woes out to him, Mo Chen could not be bothered to argue. He simply turned his head aside and stood waiting for the Teleportation Array to activate.
Still, Mo Chen deeply regretted it. That step he had taken earlier had indeed been rash.
Had I known, I would have spent fifty spirit stones on a Teleportation Talisman. Saving that money has only bought me grief.
His wings had yet to fully grow. Speaking rashly would only invite a fatal calamity, and some truths were better left unsaid.
Just then, while Mo Chen was still considering what to do once he reached Tianzhou City, the Formation Disc beneath his feet suddenly began to hum. Densely packed Runes lit up one by one, and white light spread upward from his soles, illuminating the entire stone platform.
When the radiance faded, Mo Chen found himself inside an exceedingly spacious pavilion with a lavish ceiling.
Looking up, he saw gilded carvings and inlaid jade overhead, with elaborately patterned caissons set between the raised beams. Looking back down, he saw a large doorway facing each of the four cardinal directions, all bearing the words "Tianzhou City" above them.
Mo Chen turned and surveyed the cultivators around him. Quite a few were still clutching their heads, gritting their teeth, and frowning. They evidently remained caught in the discomfort caused by teleportation.
Mo Chen then stretched his arms and legs. He felt no discomfort whatsoever. The Teleportation Token the old man had given him was indeed far superior in quality to the Teleportation Arrays sold by the sect.
Suddenly, Mo Chen looked beyond the array and saw a man wearing a pale yellow outer robe slowly enter through