Click!
Two children clad in white slowly pushed the gate open.
Huang Long, the Taoist, and Mu Yi, the Real Man, entered Yanzi Tower one after the other, their steps unhurried.
They were immediately greeted by a spacious hall, well-lit, with beams of golden sunlight spilling in from the windows. Wind chimes in the shape of swallows dangled from the eaves, swaying gently with the breeze from outside, and ringing with a crisp sound.
In the middle of the hall stood a round table.
Around the table were six seats, five of which were already occupied, with only the seat belonging to Lingxiao Sect left vacant.
As Huang Long stepped into the room, multiple scrutinizing gazes also fell upon him.
Clearly late, but Huang Long showed no hint of embarrassment on his face.
He nodded slightly.
Then his gaze swept swiftly across the hall.
