One Of Us

This area was very quiet. It was a small single room. From time to time, there were slight chats and laughs that could be heard.

Liu San walked to a door and knocked on the door. "The wind is long, it's me, Liu San."

Someone inside responded, the door opened, and Liu San walked in with Fei Hong.

In this small room, there were small couches on all sides, and four people were sitting on it, as if taking a nap. Fei Hong looked at them one by one, and saw that one of them was wearing a Taoist gown, with a slender figure and protruding cheekbones. It seemed that his cultivation was not weak. It should be that Liu San's wind channel had grown. 

Opposite him was a short, fat man and one woman with a scar on her face. On the right hand side, there was a young man with ordinary appearance.