In the bustling Yunyu Pavilion, people came and went; anyone with the privilege of entering had no simple identity.
The Yunyu Pavilion was divided into three elegant and unique stories.
Ordinary cultivators usually mingled on the first floor, while people from great forces often frequented the second floor, and the top fighters would gather on the third floor for small meetings.
Inside the Yunyu Pavilion lay a courtyard filled with artificial mountains and stone formations, pavilions and towers scattered about; a stream reflected the stone bridges, and there was even a bamboo forest and lush grass, presenting a landscape as beautiful as a painting.
Many people were scattered around, whispering in groups of twos and threes.
"I wonder where Qin Mubai and Jin Yichen have gone off to?" Lin Feng muttered to himself as he searched for the two.
Back at the Eternal Demon Mountain, Zixiao had met a tragic fate.
