Chapter 4 Taoist Qing Cang

"Junior, you, you..." The woman's chest heaved with anger.

This was her first time encountering such a defiant and untamed youth. Could it be that he was unaware of her identity?

"Yun Di, don't be angry. It's just the wild talk of a junior," said the man in green. He took out a flask from his bosom and took a big swig.

"Let him go inside, Yun Di," the elder standing by said calmly, without much change in emotion.

With the Human Race in its current state, even he had a mentality of living one day at a time.

Liang Hui made his way toward the loft, the crowd in front of him consciously clearing a path for him.

Entering the loft, he saw no more than a dozen simple bookshelves scattered with animal skins that looked rather worn.

Then he turned his attention to the people inside the room.

Finding a secluded corner, he picked up a scroll of animal skin and began to read.

As he examined the animal skin, Liang Hui's brows slowly furrowed.