Thousand Mountains Pavilion.
With thirty zhang in height, one could enjoy the scenery of half of Wanling City from the top floor. The gentle night breeze accompanied by fine wines and delicious delicacies made one feel as if they were in the midst of a splendid immortal banquet.
After three rounds of drinks, Wang Chen recalled a question, "What is a Taoist Protector?"
Previously, Zuo Qingcheng had mentioned he was Zuo Xiaomo's Taoist Protector, but Wang Chen had no idea what that meant.
Zuo Xiaomo set down his cup, scratching his head apologetically, "This is a bit of a long story."
Wang Chen smiled, "We have plenty of time, let's take it slow."
He had long realized that Zuo Xiaomo's invitation to Wanling City today was not as simple as going to the Immortal Market to gamble on jade.
The issues hidden in this member of the Zuo Family likely had much to do with this "Taoist Protector."
Wang Chen's guess was not wrong.
