The tenth floor of the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower is the most mysterious and prestigious place in the entire building.
At this mont, an old man sat calmly in the center of the hall, his expression indifferent, his gaze deep like an abyss.
Behind him was a tightly closed door, leading to a rarely opened large private room, usually locked.
It opens only when hosting the most distinguished guests of the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower.
The existence of this private room symbolizes the supre status and hidden power of the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower.
No one who enters it is not a person of high status and imnse power in Mingxin Prefecture.
And at this mont, the old man sat there, clearly indicating that within the private room was soone extrely important.
The old man’s face was calm, but within his murky eyes, there was a faint glint of sharpness and depth.
His withered fingers gently tapped the armrest of the chair, making a slight and rhythmic sound, as if pondering sothing.
The surrounding air seed to grow heavy due to his presence, and even ti appeared to slow its passage.
Just then, the commotion from downstairs faintly reached him, causing the old man’s brow to twitch slightly.
Then, the old man’s gaze turned towards the tightly closed door of the private room.
"Strange! The tower master specifically instructed to stay on the tenth floor these days, not to move a step away."
The next second, the old man furrowed his brow deeply, eyes full of doubt, muttering quietly, "How could there be soone bold enough to dare intrude on this tenth floor?"
Though the old man’s voice was light, it carried an undeniable authority.
Clearly, this old man was no ordinary person but the strongest in the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower.
An entry-level Inner Qi Realm Martial Artist!
In the whole of Mingxin Prefecture, there were very few Inner Qi Realm Martial Artists, countable on one hand.
And the old man was one of those few Inner Qi Realm Martial Artists, renowned in Mingxin Prefecture’s capital city.
Even the Prefect had to give him so respect!
And the reason the old man could hold sway over Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower was because the Prefect attracted him with rich martial arts resources.
In an instant, Zhou Yue’s figure appeared on the tenth floor like a ghost.
Zhou Yue made eye contact with the old man in the center of the hall, his eyes only showing indifference.
At the sa ti, Mu Yun and the other mbers of the Profound Bird Guard closely followed Zhou Yue’s steps, quickly ascending to the tenth floor.
Zhou Yue’s lips moved slightly as he shouted coldly, "Scram!"
That voice seed to carry a chill, montarily freezing the surrounding air.
With that, Zhou Yue acted as if he hadn’t even seen the old man, without even lifting his eyelids, striding toward the door of the large private room.
At this mont, in Zhou Yue’s heart, there was only one unwavering goal, and that was capturing Wen Mochen.
In his eyes, Wen Mochen was undoubtedly the sole hope in his desperate situation, the lifeline that could pull him back from the endless abyss.
Therefore, no matter who dared to stand in his way today.
Kill!
Even if it was his own son, Zhou Yue would have no hesitation in slaughtering him.
It was him!
The Vice Inspector of the Profound Bird Guard, Zhou Yue!
A Martial Artist reaching minor accomplishnt in the Inner Qi Realm!
In an instant, the air seed to solidify, as the old man’s eyes widened, full of panic.
His throat moved subconsciously, with countless thoughts flashing instantly in his mind.
How could Zhou Yue suddenly appear here?
Panic and confusion intertwined on the old man’s face, leaving him montarily at a loss for action.
Until Zhou Yue uttered the words "Get out of the way," it was like a heavy hamr, fiercely striking the old man’s heart, instantly snapping him out of his shock.
The old man’s face instantly turned deathly pale, and a thousand thoughts exploded in his mind.
He finally understood that Zhou Yue ca with ill intentions, and was targeting that important person!
Today, Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower welcod its most distinguished guest — the eldest son of the Wen Family, Prince Consort Wen Mochen.
Zhou Yue, as the Vice Inspector of Mingxin Prefecture’s Profound Bird Guard, stood there with a chilling killing intent, his eyes razor-sharp, exuding a suffocating pressure.
Even the most dull and ignorant person could discern from Zhou Yue’s icy deanor that sothing unusual was afoot.
"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Zhou is absolutely right."
The old man suddenly stood up from his chair, bowing in agreent, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"I will leave imdiately!"
"Apologies for disturbing you, sirs."
With that, the old man hastily retreated to the side, his steps faltering, clearing the way to the private room, as if staying a mont longer would bring about his death.
After softly apologizing, the old man dared not raise his head, fearing he might once again et the eyes of Zhou Yue and the others.
Imdiately after, his figure wavered like an afterimage, swiftly flitting away from Zhou Yue’s group, vanishing from everyone’s sight in an instant.
Leaving behind an empty hall, filled with a suffocating tension.
The Profound Bird Guard and the Wen Family had confronted one another, and he himself was nothing more than a Martial Artist only just entering the Inner Qi Realm.
In the eyes of these two forces, his strength was probably not even worth an ant.
The old man was crystal clear in his heart; there was no room for hesitation, saving his life was paramount.
Of all the thirty-six stratagems, running away is best!
At worst, once this matter was over, he’d send the old Prefect so money to make ands, spending money to avoid disaster.
Far better than losing his life in vain here.
With this thought, the old man ran even more urgently, quickly rushing out of the Fusheng Drunk Dream Tower, paying no mind to the odd looks from the surrounding crowd.
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