Li Quanqing walked through the bustling streets and casually arrived at a rather large tea house, looking around as he went.
In places where information exchange was not well-developed, tea houses often served as hubs for intelligence gathering, where many brokers of information could be found.
These were all experiences taught to him by the Old Clan Chief.
He entered the tea house and sat in a corner, imitating the other cultivators by ordering a pot of Spiritual Tea, savoring it leisurely amidst the fragrance that filled the air.
Secretly, strands of Divine Sense stealthily extended out, closely monitoring the conversations of the guests within the tea house.
Before long, he had found his target.
It was a middle-aged cultivator with a goatee, skinny and tall, resembling a bamboo pole, wearing a Daoist robe that was neither new nor old, playing a role similar to that of Bai Xiaosheng in this place.
