As soon as the charming woman left, Ma Feifei sighed softly and looked around. He still couldn't figure out what this place was for, so he fixed his gaze on the tables where people were sitting, trying to see what they were doing.
"Buzz."
Suddenly, all the lights in the hall dimmed. Ma Feifei instinctively went on alert and widened his eyes, looking around. To his surprise, with his cultivation, he couldn't see a thing!
"They even have a Mist Formation!" Ma Feifei was a little surprised. The formation itself wasn't particularly powerful; even a First-order Formation Master could learn it. The trouble was that it grew stronger as the formation master's level increased. For a formation to leave even Ma Feifei groping blindly in the dark, its caster had to be more powerful than him.
"Whoosh."
A breeze drifted by, carrying a faint fragrance. It was strange—not the scent of flowers or paper, but something with a hint of warmth.
"A warm Body Fragrance?" Ma Feifei was a little astonished. He'd actually caught a whiff of something that existed only in legends?
About three breaths later, the lights in the hall came back on. Ma Feifei looked toward the screen. He was certain that the fragrance had just come from behind it.
"What was that supposed to mean?" Ma Feifei was completely baffled now. He couldn't make sense of what had just happened.
Just then, Ma Feifei noticed the guests sitting at the tables turning around and picking up their brushes to write something on sheets of paper.
Of course, not everyone wrote. More than half of them picked up their brushes, while the rest did nothing.
"Should I write something too?" Ma Feifei put a finger to his teeth and squinted as he carefully studied their handwriting. Were