「Three days later, as late afternoon approached.」
Fang Han changed into a clean green robe, fastened his Flowing Wind Sword to his waist, and picked up the bag containing a huge sum of money before heading out.
He took a carriage provided by the inn and, following the address on the invitation letter, made his way to the city center.
A vast and magnificent five-story pavilion came into view.
The pavilion was constructed from redwood and glazed tiles, with upturned eaves, carved beams, and painted rafters. A massive, gold-lettered plaque hung above the entrance: "Hundred Treasures Pavilion."
At this moment, the entrance to the Hundred Treasures Pavilion was already bustling with activity. All sorts of ornate carriages filled the open space in front.
An endless stream of Martial Artists and wealthy merchants, dressed in various brocade robes and exuding extraordinary auras, entered in an orderly fashion under the guidance of the pavilion's attendants.
