"Elder Zhao." Qin Changqing greeted him with a bow.
This old man was in charge of the Chuangong Hall, known as Elder Zhao, and everyone had to get his permission before entering.
Although he looked quite old and decrepit, according to Qin Changqing's many years of reading novels, this kind of character was probably similar to a broom-wielding monk.
"Hm? It's you, kid." Elder Zhao lifted his eyelids and lazily waved his hand: "Go to the third floor and don't run around." Qin Changqing nodded and then entered the Chuangong Hall.
Elder Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, and the murkiness in his eyes disappeared in an instant. He muttered to himself, "Strange~ This boy has at most an 8th-grade spiritual root, but his Foundation Establishment is so solid. It seems like our sect will have another odd person soon."
Tap, tap, tap…
Qin Changqing followed the bookshelves and walked inside.
