North Wind Town, west side.
After arriving at the Corpse-Mourning Red Pavilion with A-Da and A-Er, Ren Ye found himself in a bind. The entire pavilion complex was far larger than he had expected. The Main Building alone stood over twenty stories tall, and the front, middle, and rear courtyards covered more than twenty thousand square meters between them.
Before the town fell, the pavilion had been North Wind Town's largest official marketplace. Several thousand vendors gathered inside and outside it on an ordinary day, receiving tens of thousands of buyers and traveling merchants daily. But since April, the shadow of war had hung over North Wind Town, and those well-informed, sharp-eyed merchants had sensibly dispersed, no longer daring to trade with large sums of money. The place had fallen into complete decline.
In early May, after the town fell, the Monk Soldiers occupied the nearly empty pavilion and brought everyone from the Divine Court who refused to surrender here to be slaughtered.
From that alone, the pavilion had previously been more of a trade distribution center, so its grounds naturally could not be small. For Ren Ye and the other two to search it thoroughly in a short time would be somewhat difficult.
Most importantly, before Ai Fei left, Ren Ye had sent his good son Divine Baby along to give her a helper. As a result, he now sorely lacked a "young scout" who could effectively conceal his movements and infiltrate the pavilion to investigate without alerting anyone.
After the three quietly searched the pavilion's perimeter, A-Da, who was clearly missing a few screws, said in his rumbling voice, "This place is so big, and the three of us are taking tiny little steps like women, inching forward bit by bit. How long is this going to take?