Very soon, Chen Mo was invited by five people into a tavern. The tavern's threshold was low, and the wooden door was etched with the traces of time.
Pushing the door open, Chen Mo immediately felt a warmth rising in his heart.
Inside the tavern, the lights were bright, and ancient tapestries displaying strange patterns hung on the stone walls.
On the wooden long table, quaint cups and tableware were placed, exuding a faint wooden aroma.
By the fireplace, a group of people gathered, savoring delicious food and conversing in a peculiar language.
Seeing the five return, they immediately greeted them.
"Is this our new brother?"
Beside the fireplace, there were seven people in total, and Chen Mo unexpectedly saw a familiar figure among them.
"Oh? It's you?"
As soon as Chen Mo said this, a black-skinned being with strange golden patterns all over laughed and raised a glass, "I knew you would surely make it to this second layer world."
