Inside the room, sandalwood smoke was burning.
The sandalwood smoke was exceptionally pleasant, reminiscent of snow plum blossoms in December, lingering at the tips of everyone's noses.
Ye Xuecang started drinking tea again.
But at this moment, the others were getting anxious.
However, they were all True Masters; it wasn't possible to act impatient like those in Qi Cultivation and Foundation Establishment.
After glancing longingly a few times, they too started drinking tea; some even turned their gaze to the seaside, watching the waves roll in.
And the sun at the horizon, already hinting at dusk, cast sheets of blood red.
It also shone through the window, reflecting the deep thoughts of those present.
In the room, five people were either sipping tea, gazing at the sea, or smelling sandalwood.
As if indifferent, yet at this moment, they each knew their hearts were not serene.
