There, even more guests were lined up, agitated with hunger. There were men and women, old and young.
They were all laughs and joyful conversation, faces brimming with the sweetness of life.
The little girl licked her lips enviously as she watched them before her mother pulled her along into the large gates of the villa area ahead.
There, above the gate, hung a sign with three characters—
[Xunlong Manor].
As far as the eye could see, this was the business street right in front of the villa area.
Now it seemed to be a quiet afternoon, with about a dozen people coming and going, and the red tea shop particularly bustling.
But for the four people standing across the street.
The scene was harmonious to the point of numbness, even horror.
"This... is this... inside the Secret Realm?" Ye Qian asked with a trembling voice, while a long-missed energy of fear wafted around.
Li Qingming was very satisfied with this. At last, the man was proving useful.
