A circular table was placed at the center of the residential area of the cultivators in the second rank.
Noah was sitting on a simple chair together with the five disciples that were waiting in front of his cave, they had invited him to join them for a talk and he didn't have a reason to refuse.
Noah strived for a peaceful environment where to cultivate, as a member of the sect, it seemed right to at least maintain friendly relationships with the other disciples.
Yet, as the minutes passed, he started to become impatient.
"Zach, right? Have a taste of this wine, I personally bought it on island forty-nine."
"Why don't you tell us more about yourself? I bet that your story must be amazing!"
"You sure are good looking! We should go together to the brothels on island ninety-nine, I bet that they will give us a discount if you were to come with us!"
The conversations of the disciples differed a lot from what Noah had expected.