C13 Sword Pavilion 2

"One?" Nan Chen looked at Zhuo Hua. "Master, why don't we go to another inn?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, the waiter quickly said, "Dear guests, you don't know what kind of martial arts competition is going to be held in Sky Cloud City recently. Many people have come. I can guarantee that our room is probably the last guest room in the city. The two of you probably won't be able to find a guest room even if you go outside now. "

"Master?" As a sixteen year old youth, Nan Chen could only ask Zhuo Hua.

"Then I'll take one." Zhuo Hua said to the waiter.

"Okay, sir. Please follow me." The waiter neatly put the cloth on his shoulder and led the two to the guest room.

Zhuo Hua and Nan Chen entered the room. The waiter said at the door. "Are you two eating downstairs or in the room?"

"In your room." Nan Chen replied.

Neither he nor Zhuo Hua liked crowded places.

The waiter said and went downstairs.

At night.

On the table, only the sound of chopsticks accidentally touching a bowl could be heard.

The waiter came to clean up the dishes. Nan Chen still had a piece of meat in his bowl.

"You sleep in bed tonight." After Zhuo Hua finished talking to Nan Chen, he flew up to the roof and laid flat on the ground. He put one hand on his stomach and the other on the back of his head.

He knew Nan Chen didn't like to get close to him, so he knew it very well.

Maybe he had a reason as well.

Zhuo Hua couldn't help but think. After all, his temper was too cold.

In the middle of the night.

A wisp of black smoke came out of Nan Chen's mouth and gradually filled the entire room.

Nan Chen opened his eyes and looked at the person on the roof. He carefully called out, "Master? Master?"

Seeing that Zhuo Hua did not react, Nan Chen knew that the rosary had worked.

Nan Chen got out of bed and left the inn through the window.

The moon was slowly covered by the clouds.

In the dense forest outside the city.

"Your Honor!" A man half-knelt on the ground and respectfully called out to the person in front of him.

The human face standing there was covered by a black fog, and he wore a black cloak. It could be seen that he didn't want others to know about him.

"Zhuo Hua is going to the Sword Pavilion tomorrow. Do you know what to do?" The man's voice was a little hoarse.

"I understand." The man on his knees looked up and saw a long scar on his face. It extended from his eyes to his chin.

He was the Pavilion Master on the surface of the Sword Pavilion. The real Pavilion Master was the person in front of him. However, he had never seen the true face of this person.

He only knew that this person had established the Sword Pavilion and made him the Pavilion Head on the surface.

This Pavilion Head behind the scenes had another rule. There was a list of people in the Sword Pavilion. The names of the people from cultivation world were written on it. There was a number at the back of the list. This number was the number of times the price was set when this man came to buy things.

He didn't know why these people had offended this pavilion master. He only knew that the number at the back of each person was different. The number behind Zhuo Hua's name was the highest. Even the cheapest weapon would cost a sky-high price.

Since the pavilion master had given the order, he would do as he said.

The next morning, Zhuo Hua opened his eyes and looked at his disciple who was sleeping soundly on the bed. He could not help but smile.

After breakfast, the master and disciple went to the Sword Pavilion.

Although it was cultivation world, it was still mostly ordinary people.

In order to avoid trouble, A place like the Sword Pavilion that specialized in providing services to cultivators was not a place that ordinary people could find.

Zhuo Hua looked at the wall in front of him, placed his hand on the wall, and slowly entered the spiritual energy.

A crack slowly opened up on the wall, and like a door, it opened on both sides.

After the door and wall were opened, a door appeared in front of him. The word "Sword Pavilion" was written forcefully on it.