The Contribution Hall was a magnificent edifice, a sprawling, boundless complex of palaces.
TAP! TAP!
Following Elder Chang's lead, he walked down a corridor wide enough for two or three horse-drawn carriages to travel abreast. Though night had fallen, rows of bright lamps illuminated the hallway as if it were day.
Clad in his Battle Armor, Qin Feng resembled a silent Killing God.
Ahead of him, Elder Chang moved like a phantom.
Before long, they arrived in a magnificent hall.
It was an exceptionally spacious hall, its decor both dignified and elegant. Within, several elders were entertaining some distinguished guests.
Hearing footsteps from the corridor, many people looked over in surprise. Their gazes soon focused on Qin Feng.
Battle Armor!
In that instant, Qin Feng felt at least ten gazes, none weaker than Elder Chang's, land upon him.
