The hall of Cloud Garb was decorated like a banquet, just like the commercial gatherings in the mundane world.
However, instead of merchants, the place was filled with Martial Artists.
The arrival of Ye Qiu and Jin Shanshun didn't attract much attention, since to the scions of the ancient lands here, they were both unfamiliar faces.
Still, Ye Qiu recognized a few faces he knew.
Sun Baichi of the upper-class ancient clans was talking with a group of people, and there were also the elites of middle-class ancient clans, like Zhan Xiao, Mo Ye, Li Ren, and others, drawing quite a crowd around them.
In contrast, Ye Qiu and Jin Shanshun were alone, giving off a sense of desolation.
Ye Qiu didn't mind. He gave Jin Shanshun a look, and they prepared to find a place to sit.
As they made their way to some chairs, before they even had a chance to warm their seats, they heard a voice filled with surprise, incomprehension, and anger.
"How did you get in here?"
