“This should be the place.”

Lu Yang and the other three arrived at a small teahouse. The environment was boisterous, gathering people from all walks of life.

“Waiter, give us a pot of High-Mountain Jasmine Tea.”

“Gotcha.”

According to Xiao Xinghai, this teahouse was a secret location for issuing missions. Ordering a pot of High-Mountain Jasmine Tea, which didn’t actually exist, signified you weren’t a patron but a cultivator here for a mission.

It wasn’t all the time that a Dragon Tribe member waited here for cultivators keen on taking up missions. Sometimes, one had to wait half a day for a Dragon Tribe member to come. With terrible luck, it was possible to wait three days without a Dragon Tribe member showing up.

Lu Yang and the others had decent luck. After drinking two pots of tea, a Dragon Tribe member transmitted an auditory...