The mountain rain is coming, the wind fills the tower; at this late hour, the bright moon is obscured by dark clouds, seemingly foreshadowing something.
Knowing that there's an assassin on this ship, Chu Ge didn't continue to wander around on the third floor, but instead directly headed to the conference room door, sat down on the bench, and began to play on his phone.
Seeing the arrival of Chu Ge, Zheng Lihong's originally tensed nerves relaxed quite a bit, after all, this was someone capable of matching those at the Innate level!
However, the Ancient Martial Artists from the other families couldn't help but gather together, watching Chu Ge with a wary eye as if facing a formidable enemy.
Compared to the eerie quiet outside, the conference room was, at this moment, full of noisy disputes, but due to the soundproofing, not a bit of sound could be heard outside the room.