"We're here, it's right there!" A cultivator like Bai Lang had a lot of friends, including Zhan Yan and Zhou Hongying who were with him last time.
Today, the three of them came, and they brought four more people with them; three men and one woman.
"Daoist Bai." A younger cultivator in white glanced towards the direction Bai Lang was pointing at and asked, "This is the civilian area, right? Plus, this shop doesn't look so good. Why would you want to come here?"
Although Fang Qi's shop had more than 50 computers, it was unlike the internet cafés he frequented before coming to this world. Those places had private rooms and booths. He current setup provided rows and rows of seats to save space, and it was nothing compared to those large-scale establishments.
