After leaving Alchemist Geng, Xiao Chen headed straight for the Spiritual Communication Pavilion.
Although the Spiritual Communication Pavilion's information was notoriously unreliable, it was overflowing with gossip and rumors, which was better than nothing.
With some careful analysis, one could still glean a few useful tidbits.
It was a stark contrast to the desolation outside.
The moment he pushed the door open, a cacophony of voices assaulted Xiao Chen's ears.
Some were drinking and carousing.
"Ah, Liu, allow me to offer you a toast!"
"Wang, over here! We were just waiting for you!"
Others were commiserating with each other.
"The wind last night was something else, wasn't it? WHOOSH, it blew all night long."
"Tell me about it. All sorts of things were clattering about. It was so noisy I couldn't get a wink of sleep."
On the central stage, a storyteller was still recounting the latest news.
