His guardian narrowed his eyes. "This place… it's the Black Moon Pavilion."
Apollo's brows lifted slightly in interest. "Yes, Black Moon Pavilion."
Apollo's gaze lingered on the pavilion's quiet entrance, where the flow of people seemed unusually steady. Cultivators of all levels came and went—warriors, merchants, even nobles from the Sacred Elements Empire.
"What's more," he added, "it's said that no one dares to provoke them. They've offended many powers, but none have ever dared strike their branches." He learnt about Black Moon Pavilion from Leon, as even their kingdom also has many branches.
He smiled with genuine curiosity. "Let's take a look inside."
Without hesitation, they stepped into the Black Moon Pavilion.
