"In the humble words of mine, Master Song, your compassion knows no bounds!"
Although he himself was a Taoist, and a Taoist from the Holy Might Forest at that, this man was also a local lord—something he could hardly fail to respect.
"No need for formalities, please rise. Where is the entrance to the Inner Sect of the Holy Might Forest?"
The old man froze for a moment and replied, "Actually, the entire city constitutes the Holy Might Forest. You must be referring to the Inner Sect, correct?"
"Correct."
Song Lin felt a twinge of surprise—was this Inner Sect concept even a thing?
What shocked him further was the realization that the entire city belonged to the Holy Might Forest. Such dominance was, truly, a bit overwhelming.
"Exit the building, turn left, and between the Thirteenth Cross Lane and Fourteenth is the entrance at Armor Twelve."
Talking as he wrote, the old man jotted down Song Lin's name and position in his notebook.
"Thank you."
