The Man's Decree

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.

various rooms of different sizes. Each room’s door was adorned with a

wait a moment? I need to check on something. We usually require an

Jared nodded. “Go ahead…”

saw Trystan entering a small room. After lingering inside for a good ten minutes or so, Trystan emerged

appointment is set for the afternoon. We need to wait a bit longer…”

“Let’s just wait, then!”

particularly desperate for Demonia Stone either.

why don’t we take a stroll around Pathfinder Sect…” Serena

casually, but she feared that Trystan wouldn’t approve.

chance to see if there’s anything worthwhile.” Jared

mentioned going out for a stroll, it wouldn’t be appropriate for Trystan

casually strolled down the street. Serena, holding Faiyar’s hand, was

was nowhere near as prosperous

over, wearing a smile. He turned his attention to Trystan

a red hue. It was as if he was on

man before him, and his brows slightly furrowed in confusion. “Yes,