The adventurer guild in Guild HQ was bustling and packed with cultivators from around the world. They were laughing and the buzzing chatter of fools permeated the area. Their smile was unrestricted as each table bought fascinating and unique stories of their own. Drinks of booze were permitted but with their cultivation level, it would seem that they had some caliber in terms of handling such liquor on their own.
The spiraling stairs were in the center of the tower as they lead to the floor above. There was something more unique about the adventurers that took the stairs than those who don't. The smugness in their face was visible but it was justified and backed by the strength that they withhold. The higher rank of adventurer naturally won't settle with those whose lesser than them, though in rare cases, some of them would.
