In the various cities of the floating market in the eastern part of the Penglai Continent, there were restaurants and lodgings. Although cultivators could abstain from eating and did not need much rest, they still enjoyed proper food and drink. Even if they were meditating, they still needed to find a quiet room in the inn.
Thus, there was no shortage of such places in the city.
At this moment, everyone was invited out of the third floor of an inn in the city, leaving only two old men, Wang Lin, and Li Qianmei.
One of the two old men was naturally Yang Yu's martial uncle, and the other man's face was red and bright.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm rank 6 Demon Cong Dao Elder Tang Lihai," the green-robed elder said with a smile.
"I am Wu Qing of the Demon Cong Dao," the red-faced old man added, his voice like a great bell that shook the third floor of the inn.