True Water Palace Ruins

As soon as Ye Chen and Murong Qingcheng entered the teahouse, they did not join the bustle. Instead, they found a table by the window, sat down, and ordered two cups of tea.

The teahouse was very large, divided into four floors with a hollow center. From the first floor, one could see directly up to the fourth, and naturally, from the fourth floor one could see the first. Ye Chen and Murong Qingcheng were on the east side of the second floor.

Although there were many people in the teahouse, there was not a trace of noise. Some, like Ye Chen and Murong Qingcheng, sat in their own seats drinking tea and resting with their eyes closed. Others had arranged to meet in groups and entered the Secret Pavilions on each floor to discuss matters. Everything was in perfect order.

"Your tea, honored guests." The teahouse attendant's footsteps were very light. Only after reaching Ye Chen did he speak softly.

Ye Chen nodded and had him set the tea down.

The freshly brewed tea was slightly hot. Ye Chen lifted it, blew on it a few times, and during that interval shifted his gaze, beginning to observe the people in the teahouse.

There was nothing worth seeing on the first floor. They were all Spirit Sea Realm cultivators; there was not a single Half-Step King. Ye Chen's gaze first settled on the second floor.

On the second floor, only one person caught Ye Chen's attention: a woman in yellow seated to the west. She looked to be in her thirties, with delicate, alluring features and a high nose bridge. Her eyes were black with a trace of deep yellow, her gaze scattered, their focus unknown. What drew Ye Chen's attention was not her appearance, but the deeply concealed, strange