The room was dimly lit, with the doors and windows tightly closed.
This place was an insignificant inn in Chi Mu City, where people came and went constantly. Many cultivators from various races came to the city for business and needed a place to stay overnight.
At this moment, there were three people in the inn's room, two men and one woman.
Among the three, one was an elderly man with graying hair, looking as if worn down by life, his short beard growing, sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed. His ears were pointed, characteristic of the Yi Tribe, a look that typically only cultivators who haven't reached the Immortal Realm have.
In the corner of the room, a resolute-looking man sat on a chair. He was large and robust, like a rock sitting there, giving a tremendous sense of security.
However, the scales on his forehead detracted from his appearance.
