The hall, spanning several hundred square meters, was packed with people. Each person exuded a fluctuation of internal energy, making it clear to Ye Fei that this was where the martial artists attending the martial arts congress had gathered.
No wonder they had such heavy doors—to prevent ordinary people from wandering in by mistake.
With only a few days left until the congress, the place was teeming with martial artists. There were so many that the tables seemed insufficient.
Some tables even had more than ten people crammed around them.
Amidst this crowded environment, there was one exception. In a spot deeper inside the hall, a single person occupied an entire table. The pull of the mysterious energy was coming from there.
Ye Fei took a closer look and saw that the person, whose back was to him, was wearing a black gauzy dress. She had a willow-like waist and full hips, with a figure that was incredibly graceful. She was a woman.
