[Yuan Jun, elaborate.]
Gazing at the flickering Star Disc, Yi Chen was instantly jolted.
As the saying goes, with a hefty reward comes bravery, and there it was, the information about the Qilin Holy Helm, following Yi Chengzi's exceptionally generous offer.
Due to the great distance, the Star Disc's messaging was somewhat slow, and with a thought, Yi Chen changed his appearance, now masquerading as a richly dressed gentleman strolling down the busiest Southern Street in the capital.
The capital was renowned for its splendor since ancient times, its fame even surpassing that of Shangdu, and thus many colloquial sayings circulated among the common people of Da Yue. Even a dog should pray to be born in the capital, reflecting the city's place in the hearts of the people of Central Continent.
"Yuexiao Pavilion? How intriguing," Yi Chen lifted his head, eyeing a glorious pavilion floating ten meters above the ground in the sky and squinted slightly.
Such a strong scent of tea.
