Among the thirty to forty people in the hall, especially those from the smaller sects in the Southwest, it was hard not to feel a sense of dreaminess, realizing that they truly arrived at Shengjing, the place where the Flood Dragons roamed.
This Dian Cang swordsman, Jingming Taoist, and Taihang ranger were all gathered in one place, drinking and chatting, as if it were an ordinary scene. But outside of Shengjing, in the vast Jianghu, these were all renowned Great Sects, whose disciples alone would amaze people. Yet now, only the top names of the Crane Catalog were being mentioned.
Pei Ye was not unfamiliar with the Crane Catalog, only that the version he had was a bit outdated by half a year. He was about to ask Zhu Gaoyang for the name when the inn's main door suddenly swung open, and two figures walked in.
