"Oh, there's nothing here either?" Xie Yuxin said with a smile, raised her hand and pointed upwards, neither softly nor harshly.
"Above? The fourth floor is where my Wuchang Pavilion holds an exchange meeting for high-level cultivators. Naturally, there may be elixirs that can break through the realm there. However, not just anyone can go up there. One must hold the guest token of my Wuchang Pavilion." The red-haired ghost woman curled her lips and said sarcastically.
"Thank you for your guidance, shopkeeper." Shen Luo nodded to the red-haired ghost woman, not showing much anger. However, he was thinking in his heart, this is the origin of the white token.
After saying that, he winked at Xie Yuxin, and the two of them walked towards the entrance to the fourth floor.
"Hmph! Two country bumpkins want to go to the fourth floor too, what a joke!" The red-haired ghost woman looked at the two figures and snorted coldly.
Shen Luo quickly walked to the entrance of the fourth floor and took out the white token.
"Please come in, both of you." The two black-armored ghosts guarding the gate took a look at the token and made way.
Shen Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, walked in with Xie Yuxin, and his figure quickly disappeared in front.
When the red-haired ghost woman saw this scene, her face was full of disbelief, and she stood there like a wooden stake.
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Shen Luo and Xie Yuxin went up the stairs and soon reached the fourth floor.
Facing the view was a hall about ten meters in size, where a white figure was standing, facing inwards.
Hearing the sound, the white figure stood still and slowly turned around. It turned out to be a ghost similar to the hanged ghost in the ruined temple.
"I am Bai Yan, the steward of Wuchang Pavilion. Are you two here to participate in the exchange meeting as well?" The white ghost looked Han Li and the other two up and down and spoke in a hazy voice.
A chill aura surrounded the white ghost. It was larger and colder than the hanged ghost before. Although it was not released intentionally, Shen Luo already felt his limbs going cold and numb.
"Yes." Shen Luo was secretly shocked by the strength of Wuchang Pavilion and spoke.
"We are honored to be your two distinguished guests. Wuchang Pavilion is delighted to see you. May I know your names?" the white ghost asked again.
Shen Luo and Xie Yuxin each reported their surnames but did not mention their first names.
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Shen and Fellow Daoist Xie. You are most welcome. However, according to the rules, I need to check your guest tokens. Please don't blame me." said the white ghost.
"Hasn't the guard downstairs already checked it?" Before Shen Luo could say anything, Xie Yuxin on the side said impatiently.
"This is the rule of Wuchang Pavilion. Please forgive me." The white ghost bowed slightly.
"It's okay, you can check it." Shen Luo waved his hand and took out the white token again.
The white ghost looked at the token, nodded slightly, and was about to say something, but his eyes suddenly flashed and a light sound came out of his mouth.
"What's wrong? Is there any problem with this token?" Shen Luo asked when he saw the other party's look.
"No problem. I wonder where Brother Shen got this token?" asked the white ghost.
Shen Luo's eyes focused, and the figure of the boy appeared in his mind.
"Why are you asking this, sir? Hasn't your Wuchang Pavilion always claimed not to ask about origins or seek roots?" Xie Yuxin said.