Hu Ji squeezed past the fat man into the room, his gaze instinctively sweeping around.

The room's decor wasn't luxurious, but it exuded a sense of mystery. Against the wall stood a towering statue of a mysterious man in a black robe, his face completely obscured by the shadow of his hood.

Several men and women in black robes stood inside the room, each with three wavy lines sewn onto their chests, marking them as followers of the Black River God.

Hu Ji stood there, listening to their prayers, feeling increasingly agitated.