￥QVPiTjJjOxD￥,$TjJFRpf$,##X-nSYcmbj5c7Bo2##The Azure Cloud Inn stands at the end of the main street in the south of the city. It's a three-story building with two spirit lamps hanging by the entrance, beneath which a sleepy attendant stands. The four of them push open the door and enter. Quite a few people are seated in the main hall, most gathered in small groups drinking and chatting. Every so often, someone glances toward the entrance, then lowers their head and goes back to talking.
Mengli walks up to the counter and places the notice on it.
“Are you still recruiting for the A-class rooms?”
The middle-aged woman behind the counter glances at the silver trident seal on the notice and nods. “Upstairs, turn left, and it's the last room. Just knock.”
The four of them head upstairs. At the end of the corridor is a deep blue wooden door, carved with the same design as the trident seal. Mengli raises a hand and knocks three times.
“Come in.” A woman's voice comes from inside, cool and brisk.
They push open the door. The room is small, furnished with a square table and several chairs. A young woman in her early twenties sits behind the table. Her long silver-white hair is tied in a high ponytail, and she wears a neat, dark blue outfit. A silver trident token hangs at her waist. A pile of nautical charts is spread out before her, and she holds a spirit pen, marking something on them.
She looks up, her gaze sweeping over the four of them before finally settling on Mengli.
“Are you at least a fifth-rank spirit master?” she asks.
“More or less,” Mengli replies, without being too specific.
“More or less won't do.” The silver-haired woman sets down her pen and leans back in her chair, her gaze sharp. “The South Sea Secret Realm isn't
