The tavern was built directly on the clouds, with no floating islands, soil, or rock beneath it.
Nor could he feel the fluctuating aura of any active formation.
It was as if the tavern was made of the same ethereal material as the clouds, able to float steadily without any need for buoyancy.
Lin Hui narrowed his eyes, confirming the information Xie Chang'an had given him. This was indeed the place.
It would be more than two days until their next scheduled contact, so he would have to figure things out on his own.
He carefully sized up the Sky Cloud Residence tavern.
The tavern's exterior walls were dark red, with mottled, faded patches. From a distance, it looked like a slightly crooked little box.
It had three floors in total. The second and third floors each had four windows—half open, half closed.
Peeking through the open windows, he saw that it was quiet and empty inside.
