A business van slowly drove into the designated area of the summit venue—and Song Haoran had already been waiting for them for quite some time at the place where it stopped.
Once the vehicle stopped, several elders of the true Daoist Association, led by Baijie Daoist, stepped out.
"President." Song Haoran stepped forward to greet him.
"Little Song, sorry for the trouble. We made you wait here for so long," Baijie Daoist said with a chuckle. "We're old, so we move slowly. Young man, you don't mind, do you?"
Song Haoran skipped the pleasantries and immediately said, "President, they've all entered the main venue. We need to hurry too."
"We old fellows were late handling things this time... It's a blessing that we can still make it. Let's go in." Baijie Daoist nodded.
Although they were not as fast as the True Dragon of Shenzhou, they were not especially slow either... It was just that they had each expended quite a bit of vital energy suppressing the Ghost Gate, so they had taken the opportunity to recover outside before entering the city at dawn.
"Did anything unusual happen while we were away?" Baijie Daoist suddenly asked. "I heard that the hotel where the Daoist Association was staying was attacked in the middle of the night?"
"It's been dealt with. The attacker died, and the Administration Bureau took away the body," Song Haoran said casually. "There were some obstacles during the process, but it was handled in the end."
"Do we know who did it?"
Song Haoran shook his head. "The other party was tight-lipped, and we couldn't get anything out of him... However, similar attacks have occurred elsewhere over the past day or two. It seems there are still people who don't want this conference to go smoothly."
"Hmm." Baijie