"Junior, you, you..." The woman's chest heaved with anger.
This was her first time encountering such a defiant and untamed youth. Could it be that he was unaware of her identity?
"Yun Di, don't be angry. It's just the wild talk of a junior," said the man in green. He took out a flask from his bosom and took a big swig.
"Let him go inside, Yun Di," the elder standing by said calmly, without much change in emotion.
With the Human Race in its current state, even he had a mentality of living one day at a time.
Liang Hui made his way toward the loft, the crowd in front of him consciously clearing a path for him.
Entering the loft, he saw no more than a dozen simple bookshelves scattered with animal skins that looked rather worn.
Then he turned his attention to the people inside the room.
Finding a secluded corner, he picked up a scroll of animal skin and began to read.
As he examined the animal skin, Liang Hui's brows slowly furrowed.
