Shu Guan followed the crowd to the second floor and entered room number five.
Unlike the number seven room he had been to last time, the number five room had a completely different style.
Spacious room was surrounded by towering bookshelves that reached the ceiling, filled with various books. The scattered sofas were wrapped in velvet, giving the room a scholarly atmosphere.
When the other members of the Secret Cultivation Association entered, the silver-haired old man was sitting on a sofa under a bookshelf, holding a book in his hand and seemed to be very focused on it. His glass of red wine was on the side table.
Shu Guan casually found a seat and sat down.
The members of the Secret Cultivation Association entered one after another, soon filling most of the sofas and chairs in the room.
At this time, a man sat down on the sofa next to Shu Guan. He looked over and saw that it was a goat-bearded old man in his early sixties.
...What a coincidence...
Shu Guan thought quietly.
