Yes, what Tang Rao and his companions saw was a row of grass huts, extremely simple, downright shabby.
Clearly, this was the accommodation arranged for them.
One could only say: It's too poor.
Tang Rao didn't know if other sects were also staying in grass huts, but he definitely couldn't accept it. I paid millions of Immortal Stones for the registration fee, and you give us this? It's too much!
"Hello, are you cultivators here for the exchange conference?" As Tang Rao and his group were lamenting, a voice came from behind, sounding weak and timid, giving the impression of someone easy to bully.
Everyone turned around.
Behind them was a young bald boy, about eighteen or nineteen, round-faced and looking quite cheerful.
The monk robe on him seemed a bit oversized, he looked like a moving roly-poly toy.
