Han Li did not stand on ceremony and immediately followed a group of Heavenly Roc people straight to the gate of a certain hall on the nearby second floor.
With a flick of his wings and a flicker of his figure, he entered the door as if he were a genuine Heavenly Roc person.
In his ears came a sound of bustling, and his gaze swept across, Han Li's eyes flickered several times.
This place was a small square hundreds of feet in size, surrounded by shops of varying sizes, with hundreds of Heavenly Roc people entering and exiting these shops.
In the center of the square stood a towering blue stone column over ten feet high, its surface glimmering with light, seemingly imprinted with something.
Under the stone column, there were a dozen people looking up at the items on the column and discussing something in low voices.
Han Li glanced at the stone pillar and curiously walked over.