The courtyard looked rather unusual to Yi Shuyuan. It kept all the city's foul air outside, clearly marking it as no ordinary mundane place.
"Does the Spirit Pearl Pavilion belong to Taiyin Palace?"
Yi Shuyuan asked this question. Though Jiang Lang did not know the details, he had been thinking the same thing.
"Most likely. Shall we knock and offer courtesy before resorting to force, or sneak inside, find the person, and leave?"
"We don't even know if she's in there yet. Let's get inside first!"
After speaking, Yi Shuyuan looked behind him, reached out to take Stoneborn's hand, and instructed the others.
"Zhong Bin, Brother Wang, stay behind us. Stoneborn, whatever you see in a moment, don't rush to speak."
"Oh, Brother Wang, do you have the old man's written entrustment?"
Wang Yunchun patted his chest.
"I've kept it on me all along!"
The little girl's grandfather had hired someone to write the document, a kind of entrustment contract. When Wang Yunchun had accepted the money, he had signed it and pressed his fingerprint onto it.
After the old man froze to death in the streets, however, the document had also ended up in Wang Yunchun's hands. He had simply carried it with him rather than destroying it.
"Good. That will be the best proof!"
With that, Yi Shuyuan stepped forward first, followed by Jiang Lang. The others then followed them toward the tall courtyard gate.
There was clearly a ward here. The outside air could not intrude, and the aura inside did not reveal itself. This ward completely sealed the inside from the outside: neither could see the other. Usually, the only point of connection was the main gate.
Thus, Yi Shuyuan intended to knock first.
But the moment his hand grasped the door knocker, something suddenly stirred