It was dusk, and the city gates had not yet closed. A steady stream of pedestrians and carriages flowed in and out.
Fang Han didn't linger. With a flicker of his form, he blended into the crowd and entered the city.
His Spirit Smelling Technique remained locked onto Duan Wuya's aura. The trail snaked through the city before finally stopping somewhere in the eastern district.
Fang Han followed the aura to the outside of a building.
It was a sprawling courtyard complex with green bricks, black tiles, and high walls. Two stone lions stood guard before the entrance.
Above the courtyard gate hung a plaque inscribed with two large words—
"Secluded Residence."
In the bottom right corner of the plaque was a dark flame emblem, outlined in ink.
That was the symbol of the Netherworld Pavilion.
The moment Fang Han saw the symbol, his steps faltered slightly. He did not rush in recklessly.
