Shouzhe Meets Fortune Has Its Way

Just then.

Outside the inn where Wang Shouzhe was temporarily staying, an utterly ordinary-looking flying carriage slowly came to a stop.

At first glance, the flying carriage looked entirely unremarkable. Whether it was the spirit birds drawing it, the materials of its cabin, or its style, everything was of the most common sort found in the city. Only those in the know, upon closer inspection, would discover that the seemingly ordinary spiritwood was in fact an extremely precious variety that merely looked similar. Even the formation inscriptions carved into the cabin were exceedingly intricate, and its defensive rating was clearly far from low.

Before long, the carriage cabin opened, and a young nobleman dressed in a rather low-key and reserved manner stepped down. Entering the inn, he politely asked the innkeeper to inform Young Master Shouzhe, begging for an audience.

This young nobleman was none other than Crown Prince Yuan Zheng.

This had become one of his daily compulsory tasks lately.

Even though his actions had already stirred the entire Immortal Capital, causing everyone from peddlers and laborers to ministers and nobles to discuss him endlessly, he had still given Young Master Shouzhe every possible courtesy.

Just as Crown Prince Yuan Zheng arrived in the inn's front hall and was speaking with the innkeeper, a female cultivator with a slender figure and exceptional bearing also appeared in the hall.

She was none other than Yao Yumei, the pavilion master of the Divine Treasure Hall branch.

Compared with Crown Prince Yuan Zheng, she was even more low-key. Not only had she come alone, but she had not even taken a flying carriage. Had she not happened to run into him at the entrance, no one would likely have noticed that she had come at all.

After entering the inn, she too