Zhou Leng and Liang Baiyin walked into Exhibition Hall No. 1, which was quite similar to an ordinary museum, with a large hall divided into many small rooms.
A few scattered people were walking around while observing.
In front of several display cabinets, a Martial Artist was seated cross-legged.
Liang Baiyin whispered, "Someone is actually cultivating."
"Hmm."
"Then let's speak quietly."
"Try not to speak at all."
"You must be really happy not having to listen to me talk," Liang Baiyin muttered softly, moving closer to Zhou Leng as they walked toward Display Cabinet No. 1.
Unlike ordinary exhibition halls, apart from special exhibits, all display cases here were just platforms without any covers.
Everything here was essentially for cultivation purposes.
On the first display platform stood a very famous stone.
It was over half a person's height, gray-blue in color, with most of it heavily eroded, leaving only a few blurred fist marks in the center.
