A Man Like None Other

Jared nodded, and then they all proceeded to enter Pathfinder Sect.

After stepping into Pathfinder Sect, Jared found himself on a bustling street. There were numerous cultivators around, and countless shops peddling their wares. The atmosphere was lively and vibrant, making it the most bustling city Jared had ever seen in Ethereal Realm.

Within the vast halls of Pathfinder Sect, not only human cultivators roamed the streets but also members of the beast race, and a few Demonic Cultivators leisurely strolled around. That was indeed a rare sight.

In other regions of Ethereal Realm, there was widespread resistance against Demonic Cultivators. They were only treated with such friendliness in the area of Demonia Mountain.

Trystan led Jared and the others into a loft that didn’t seem particularly remarkable at first glance.

Trystan quietly said to Jared, “Mr. Chance, this is the place where Pathfinder Sect sells its information. Don’t underestimate this unassuming spot. The information disseminated from here is always incredibly shocking. People would come here in search of their adversaries’ whereabouts, or to peddle the locations of magical items. Some even come to gather information about their partners.”

Jared wasn’t interested in any gossip or hearsay. All he wanted to know was the exact location of Lunarius Palace.

sizes. Each room’s

could you please wait a moment? I need to check on something. We usually require an appointment

Jared nodded. “Go ahead…”

a small room. After lingering inside for

for the afternoon. We

“Let’s just wait, then!”

was in no rush, and Whalreth wasn’t particularly desperate for Demonia Stone either. All that mattered was that he could find Demonia Stone for

to wait, why don’t we

stroll around with Faiyar casually, but she feared that Trystan wouldn’t approve. That was why she decided to suggest to

It’s a good chance to see if there’s anything worthwhile.” Jared nodded with

already mentioned going out for a stroll,

street. Serena, holding Faiyar’s hand,

nowhere near as

slightly overweight middle-aged man came over, wearing a smile. He turned his attention to Trystan and asked, “Mr. Pruitt? May I ask

glinted with a red hue.

slightly furrowed in confusion. “Yes, that’s me. May I