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.

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

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

Jared nodded. “Go ahead…”

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

the appointment is set 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

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

Faiyar casually, but she feared

if there’s anything worthwhile.” Jared nodded with

stroll, it wouldn’t be appropriate for Trystan to

casually strolled down the street. Serena,

all, Soul Demon Sect was nowhere near

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

with a red hue. It was as if he was on the

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