Yang Qing and Fei Chen intentionally slowed their pace, wanting the entire crowd to enter the Bluefin Escort Agency before them. What should have taken no more than ten seconds took almost three minutes, and the scene that greeted them upon entering was much as Yang Qing expected.
The hallway, which had seemed cavernous during Yang Qing's last visit when it was empty save for two escort supervisors and a rattled Xia Fang, now felt cramped, hosting nearly thirty cultivators. There was still ample room to move, but the huddled and gregarious, clearly unnerved cultivators made the hall seem small.
Yang Qing scanned the room, using his spiritual sense and eyes to discreetly examine every cultivator present.
