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.

rooms of different sizes. Each room’s door

need to check on something. We usually require an appointment first,” Trystan said

Jared nodded. “Go ahead…”

then saw Trystan entering a small room. After lingering inside for a good

Chance, the appointment is set for the afternoon. We need to wait

“Let’s just wait, then!”

particularly desperate for Demonia Stone either. All that mattered was that

have to wait, why don’t we take a stroll around Pathfinder

stroll around with Faiyar casually, but she feared that Trystan wouldn’t approve.

to see if there’s anything worthwhile.” Jared

for a stroll, it wouldn’t

street. Serena, holding

Soul Demon Sect was nowhere near as prosperous as

overweight middle-aged man came over, wearing a smile. He turned his attention to Trystan and

eyes glinted with a red hue. It was as if he was on the verge of a

gazed at the man before him, and his brows slightly furrowed in confusion. “Yes, that’s me. May I ask who you