The third floor was quiet and incompatible with the rest of the Myriad Immortals Building.
As soon as Wei Ting arrived at the aisle, he sensed a few unusual auras.
He continued to walk forward drunkenly.
After taking about seven or eight steps, he was stopped by an oncoming servant.
Wei Ting staggered and pretended to fall, bumping into the servant.
The servant smelled the alcohol on him and suppressed his anger. "We don't entertain guests here."
Wei Ting looked like he could not stand steadily. He grabbed his arm and deliberately pressed his entire weight on it.
The other party used his internal force to support him.
Indeed…
At this moment, a few identically dressed men came from behind the servant.
"What happened?" one of them asked.
Wei Ting recognized the other party's voice. It was the assassin who had fought him previously.
