Han Changming followed the maid in green to the seventh floor. Dozens of cyan wooden tables stood there, with more than twenty Spirit Transformation cultivators each occupying one. From the looks of it, none of them knew one another.
Han Changming spotted Li Zhengyang and Thunder Dragon Recluse, but he did not recognize the others.
A tall, thin young man in golden robes caught Han Changming's attention. His features were handsome, faint golden light seemed to shine from his eyes, and a cyan jade pendant carved with a coiling dragon hung at his waist. He was clearly a late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator.
The cultivators merely glanced at Han Changming before losing interest. After all, he was only at the early stage of Spirit Transformation, while most present were mid-stage Spirit Transformation cultivators, and there were four late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivators.
Han Changming found an empty table and sat down.
More Spirit Transformation cultivators arrived one after another. Most were mid-stage Spirit Transformation cultivators, and most had come alone.
Half a quarter-hour later, a faint cough sounded. A gaunt old woman in green robes walked up, her face covered in wrinkles and a green snake-headed cane in her right hand.
A short, fat old man in purple robes stood beside her. He had a round face, tiny eyes, and a huge bulge on his head. He looked incomparably ugly, and Killing Intent surrounded his entire body.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, Madam Lin, what a coincidence! I have long heard of your great names; at last, I can meet you in person."
Li Zhengyang greeted them with a smile.
"You know my wife and me?"
The old man in purple narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Li Zhengyang from head to toe, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"Heh heh, if I did not know of