Huang Xiaolong, holding onto Xia Ying's hand, walked into the hotel lobby and handed the invitation to the receptionist lady.
The lady took a quick look, her eyes filled with reverence, and politely said. "Taoist, please proceed to the large meeting room on the 18th floor."
"Thank you." Huang Xiaolong retrieved the invitation from the lady, led Xia Ying to the elevator, and they went up to the 18th floor.
At the end of the corridor, lined with red carpet, there was a meeting room. The great doors were open wide, and men and women consumed by their spiritual aura, entered the room.
Huang Xiaolong and Xia Ying, hurriedly walked over and went through the door.
The meeting room was arranged like a university lecture hall; it could accommodate hundreds of people. By now, it was quite crowded, but the atmosphere remained calm.
Sitting at the "lectern," were a group of Taoist priests and priestesses, sternly seated in their Taoist robes, imposing without anger.
