Apanied by Moses, Jared and hispanions made their way to a ce in Pathfinder Sect
known for selling valuable intelligence.
The area was bustling with activity, with numerous individuals queued up for information. While Jared’s
group had an appointment scheduled forter in the afternoon, Moses’s influence allowed them to gain
swift ess.
“Mr. Sutton, what brings you here?” a Pathfinder Sect member inquired, surprised by Moses’
unexpected appearance.
“I’vee with some friends to inquire about something. Is Mr. Sawyer avable?” Moses responded
calmly.
“He’s in the room at the back,” the sect member confirmed with a nod.
Acknowledging the information with a slight nod, Moses gestured for Jared and the others to follow him
as they proceeded toward the rear of the establishment. Their path remained unimpeded, with no one
daring to stop them.
Jared couldn’t help but marvel at the ease with which they navigated through the sect’s premises,
recognizing the significant advantage of having influential connections.
Moses led Jared and the others to a secluded room at the back of the establishment. Inside, they found
a middle-aged man with a slight frame, dressed in humble, coarse linen, absorbed in writing.
Upon hearing someone enter, the middle-aged man looked up, his expression one of surprise. “Moses,
what brings you here? Please, take a seat,” he greeted warmly, rising from his chair swiftly.
“Dillon, I’ve brought some friends with me. We’re in need of your expertise,” Moses exined.
Jared realized then that the unassuming man before him was none other than Dillon Sawyer, an
esteemed elder of Pathfinder Sect. It was known that elders of the sect enjoyed considerable wealth
and prestige, yet Dillon’s appearance contradicted this notion, his attire suggesting a life of austerity
rather than abundance.
Dillon, acknowledging Jared, Trystan, and the others, nodded in greeting. “Please, feel free to inquire
about anything. While I may not know everything about the Ethereal Realm, my knowledge of the
southern region isprehensive,” he offered graciously.
“Mr. Chance, allow me to introduce Mr. Sawyer, who’s responsible for gathering intelligence within
Pathfinder Sect. He’s an invaluable resource for any inquiries you may have,” Moses introduced Jared
to Dillon.
Jared nodded in acknowledgment before turning his attention to Dillon. “Mr. Sawyer, I’m curious about
the Lunarius Pce. Are you familiar with it?” he inquired.
“Indeed, I am,” Dillon confirmed with a nod. “The Lunarius Pce is said to have a history spanning
thousands of years. It vanished without a trace until approximately six months ago when it reappeared
atop Demonia Mountain. Notably, it’s inhabited exclusively by female cultivators.”
Jared’s excitement surged when he heard this information. It aligned with what the holy maiden of the
Lunarius Pce had mentioned about the pce’s destruction by demons years ago. It was evident
that Dillon possessed considerable knowledge on the matter.
“Mr. Sawyer, could you tell me the current whereabouts of the Lunarius Pce? I’m eager to pay it a
visit,” Jared inquired eagerly.
“You want to pay a visit?” Dillon’s gaze flickered with amusement as he regarded Jared with a smile.
“Looks like you’re intrigued, too. Ever since the Lunarius Pce reappeared, there have been rumors
about the breathtaking beauty of its female cultivators, enticing many young cultivators in hopes of
findingpanionship. However, they’re all oblivious to the fact that official disciples within the pce
are prohibited from romantic entanglements. Only those in the outer circle are allowed. Despite this
restriction, countless cultivators flock there, drawn by curiosity and desire.”
Dillon continued, “Pathfinder Sect has established a route to the pce, with airships facilitating travel.
Unfortunately, the demand for this route is exceedingly high, and bookings are currently full. If you’re
intent on visiting, you may have to wait a few days.”
Jared was astonished by Dillon’s revtions. He hadn’t anticipated that news of the Lunarius Pce
would spread so rapidly in just half a year.
Yet upon reflection, it seemed inevitable. With tales of beautiful female cultivators inhabiting the pce
spreading far and wide, it was no wonder that countless cultivators were drawn
to it, hoping to witness such beauty firsthand.
Carnal desires are innate, even among cultivators of the Ethereal Realm. Jared mused inwardly,
recognizing the universality of such impulses.
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“Mr. Sawyer, since the airship is fully booked, could you provide me with directions instead? I’ll find my
own way to the Lunarius Pce,” Jared proposed confidently, already formting ns for his solo
journey.