The darkness was profound, with a single pinpoint of light like a bean.
The cultivator from Qingzhou, Luo Yu, tidied his attire and carefully wiped his sword, feeling inexplicably nervous inside.
"Congratulations, Taoist Friend Luo."
"Indeed, getting on a starship this early is truly fortunate..."
Suddenly, envious voices rose behind him.
Luo Yu smiled honestly, turned around, and bowed, "Thank you all for taking care of me during this time."
In front of him was an inn room of about a hundred square meters, without any beds. Seven or eight futons were laid out on the ground, with a crowd of people either standing or sitting.
There was no other way. This was Divine Island City, where cultivators from all over the Divine Continent gathered. Let alone crowded rooms, those who didn't have to camp outside were considered respectable.
