The attendant dashed into the tavern, and in no time, he came running out and handed a piece of paper to Qin Yushen, "Dear guest, please take a look."
Qin Yushen took the paper, unfolded it, and saw the map drawn on it. He slightly furrowed his brow and passed the paper to Song Yan Ning.
Song Yan Ning took the drawing, glanced at it, and a smile spread across her lips. It had to be said, the drawing was indeed hard to endure.
Yun Mo leaned over and took a quick look, "Is this supposed to be a map?" He felt that calling it a Ghost Talisman would be more appropriate.
The attendant’s face flushed, "I did my best. Since you are not staying, I will get back to my duties." It was his first attempt at drawing, and he was actually quite pleased with his map of the area.
Song Yan Ning put away the map. Although the drawing was almost unbearable to look at, the basic route was still clear.
"Do you folks want to head to the Transmission Hall?" A middle-aged man called out to Song Yan Ning and her group.
Song Yan Ning and company halted their steps and looked towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man laughed heartily, stepping forward, "I am Liu Yunshan, the Sect Master of Liuyun Sect. Are you planning to go to Devil Grassland?" He had overheard their conversation with the attendant.
"Do you need us for something?" Hu Qi asked in a calm voice.
"It’s . Our Liuyun Sect has a few spots to go to Devil Grassland, and if you don’t mind, you could join us," Liu Yunshan said with a smile.
Song Yan Ning and the others were a bit doubtful. Such good offers rarely come without a catch in this world.
"Are there any requirements?" Qin Yushen asked.
Liu Yunshan nodded with a smile, "Of course, there are requirements. You just need to represent our Liuyun Sect in the contest for the spots."
"You said you already have spots, so why participate in a spot contest?" Song Yan Ning asked, puzzled.
Liu Yunshan smiled sheepishly, "We do have spots, but whether we get them depends on the results of the contest. If you’re willing to join the Liuyun Sect and represent us, any spots obtained will be yours."
"Your sect can’t possibly be lacking in disciples, right?" Yun Mo joked.
Liu Yunshan smiled awkwardly, "Apart from myself as the Sect Master, there’s also a Deputy Sect Master and one core disciple." The Liuyun Sect used to be a major sect before gradually declining after a great battle, and now it was a mere shell of its former self. He had been struggling to hold his ground, hoping one day the Liuyun Sect could rise to prominence again.
"We will help you in the contest," Song Yan Ning decided.
"That’s wonderful! Please follow me now," Liu Yunshan said joyfully, leading the way. Today was the last day to register for the contest, and if missed, the Liuyun Sect would lose the chance to go to Devil Grassland. Although the Transmission Hall would open to the public ten days later, the cost would be unaffordable for them.
Song Yan Ning and her group followed Liu Yunshan to a plaza, where people thronged everywhere they looked.
Liu Yunshan led Song Yan Ning and her companions through the crowd to a registration point, "Steward Yang, these are Liuyun Sect’s disciples, here to register for the spot contest."
Steward Yang glanced at Song Yan Ning and her group, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, "Sect Master Liu, I advise you not to waste your effort. With your assembled rabble, even if you compete, you won’t win any spots."
"It’s all about participating!" Liu Yunshan said with a smile, but his eyes betrayed a hint of anger. He knew the Liuyun Sect was in decline, but it had once been a super sect.
Steward Yang sneered coldly, turning to Song Yan Ning’s group, "Give me your Identity Jades." If they wanted to embarrass themselves, what did it have to do with him?