In fact, what Yang Lan'er wanted to know most now was how many pieces that magic staff was broken into. If it was the same as the Medicine Emperor Divine Cauldron, and she didn't know how many pieces there were, then it would be a tragedy. When would it be possible to collect them all?

However, the Hall of Light and the Saint will not spread this kind of thing, so ordinary people basically don’t know about it.

"Of course there is. Ten thousand years ago, someone completed this task and directly became a cardinal of the Temple of Light, living a life of glory." The beautiful waitress said this with envy. This was pie in the sky!

If a believer of the Temple of Light wants to step up to the position of cardinal, he has to make many contributions and endure for many years! This is probably the most desirable way to get promoted in the Temple of Light, just by handing in a fragment.

Ten thousand years ago? Yang Lan'er was so annoyed when she heard this. Well, the civilization of this continent is so ancient! It's just something that happened ten thousand years ago. It's really intoxicating.

It was quite comfortable to sit on the griffin's back; the fur was warm and the seat was wide.

Yi Mishang was racing against time and sat cross-legged at the back to practice. In the eyes of the two animal trainers, she was just meditating hard.

Yang Lan'er admired the beautiful scenery below for a while, and out of boredom, she also entered a state of cultivation.

It’s not that she doesn’t have a flying device, and it’s not that she can’t take Yi Mishang and fly directly on the sword. If she really doesn’t know the way, she can just buy a map.

But even though her current strength has reached the top of the world and she always feels like she is being released, Yang Lan'er still feels that she should keep a low profile.

She didn't want to attract prying eyes, nor did she want to attract the attention of those so-called gods.

There was no way. A contract could bring out the energy laws of God, which made Yang Lan'er feel completely insecure. She always felt that even if those so-called gods could not come in person, they could still pay attention to this continent. What if... Yang Lan'er didn't want to think about the consequences.

Soon, Yang Lan'er will find out that her caution is not completely unreasonable.

A monk's intuition can definitely be used to make a living.

The route that the griffin took was almost fixed. The power of the Mercenary Guild was huge, and it did not encounter any blind people while flying in the sky.

And they didn't encounter any other flying monster attacks along the way. In five days, they arrived at the imperial capital very smoothly.

Both trainers found this a little unbelievable. In fact, it was the first time that they had achieved such success.

In the past, when passing over the forest and looking for a place to rest, we would always encounter some troubles.

The two animal trainers thought that Yang Lan'er and the others were lucky, but only Yang Lan'er knew how useful the two dragons in her hands were.

Even if they didn't deliberately release their aura, the Warcraft's intuition would not let them get close. This kind of animal instinct is really embarrassing.

Looking at the capital of the Wilbai Empire from the sky, it is truly magnificent, the architectural planning is well-organized, and the streets are very standardized and neat, which makes people feel comfortable looking at it.

The griffin deliberately circled in the air, allowing Yang Lan'er and the others to appreciate the scenery of the imperial capital, and then slowly stopped at the designated location of the Mercenary Guild.

Yang Lan'er was a little confused about this. Could this be a benefit of the purple gold coin? After leaving the mercenary meeting, Yang Lan'er and Yi Mishang couldn't help rubbing their ears, and even felt that the bustle on the street was a little quieter.

The mercenary guild in Turner City was noisy enough, and the situation in the mercenary guild in the imperial capital was so bad that one couldn't help wanting to escape.

Most cultivators like quietness. Even if there are similar places in the world of cultivation, they would not be as noisy and annoying as the place behind them.

"We're finally here." Yang Lan'er breathed a sigh of relief: "We need to find a place to stay first."

Yi Mishang couldn't help but stretch her waist and nodded: "Indeed, I haven't taken a good bath for several days. By the way, some people in the Mercenary Union just discussed that it seems that in a few days, it will be the opening exam of Gray Academy?"

Yang Lan'er looked at Yi Mishang with admiration. In that environment just now, she almost wanted to give up her hearing, but Yi Mishang could still filter out some useful information?

"Even if that's the case, do you really want to go there?" Yang Lan'er recalled the imperial capital city she saw from the air and chose a direction to move in.

Yi Mishang quickly followed: "I don't want to, but if you don't enter the academy, are you sure you want to find the Sixth Prince to take you in to check the information?"

Yang Lan'er touched her chin and said, "I do think so, but I doubt that the Sixth Prince may not have this privilege unless there is a decree from Emperor Wilbai."

There was no way. The content she wanted to read had a very high level of confidentiality. No matter if it was the Sixth Prince or she was admitted directly to Gray College, they would probably not be qualified to enter.

"It seems that I have to find out the situation first." Yi Mishang didn't mind staying in the capital of Welbai for a while. She could practice anywhere. She chose a nice hotel and checked in. The first thing Yi Mishang did was to take a shower. Even though she had the Dust Removal and Purification Techniques, she still kept this habit. Otherwise, no matter how clean her body was, she would still feel uncomfortable.

Yang Lan'er thought about it, then took out the magic scroll given by Monty and crushed it to convey the message.

She had originally thought that Monty would come to see her when he was free, but who would have thought that less than two minutes after she crushed the magic scroll, Monty appeared in front of her.

"..." Yang Lan'er silently watched Monty flying over from the sky and entering directly through the window.

"Didn't they say that free flying is not allowed in the imperial capital?" Yang Lan'er asked in confusion. The griffin was the property of the Mercenary Guild, so it naturally had magic marks and was allowed.

Monty looked at Yang Lan'er, inexplicably excited: "Miss Lan may not know that those above the level of Grand Mage are not bound by this law." The God of Magic has arrived, so how could he not rush over as quickly as possible, even ignoring the important potion he was researching, shocking a group of confused disciples.

Well, another privilege.

"Where does Your Highness the Sixth Prince want to put the things? Have you chosen?" Yang Lan'er felt that the right thing to do was to get this matter done first, so that she wouldn't always be worried about it. If it wasn't her own things, it would be just this little trouble.

"Miss Lan and Miss Yimi, why don't you stay at the Prince's Castle temporarily? This way you can hide from others." Monty couldn't help but persuade them. He really wanted to find an opportunity to ask Yang Lan'er more questions.

"No..." Yang Lan'er had no desire for the castle at all. Instead, she felt repulsed. Moreover, she didn't want to have too much to do with Mir. "Find an opportunity to visit. We can also hide the things from others."

If she wanted to do it, no one would be able to find out, unless Mill himself was stupid enough to reveal it to others.

Monty choked, but after thinking about it he felt that this was the truth and was speechless for a moment.