Passing through the array channel, a magnificent hall suddenly appeared before the two of them.
The crimson carpet, the pure white jade walls, and the high-hanging palace lanterns all exuded the grandeur and wealth of the secular world.
The hall was oval-shaped, with a diameter of several dozen yards. Inside, there were seven or eight rows of wooden chairs, upon which sat dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators dressed in various styles, all of whom had their figures and faces concealed with masks or secret techniques.
Opposite them was a solitary empty table, with three sandalwood chairs not far off to one side of the empty table.
Seeing Xu Ping and Gong Yang enter, those seated couldn't help but glance their way.
Swept by the gazes of so many Foundation Establishment cultivators, the two remained unfazed and silently found a relatively secluded corner to sit down.
