Tang Shaoyang's vision returned once the man, and he was standing in a white hall. Everything was white: the roof, the floor, and the wall. However, he was not the only one in the room; there were a thousand people with him in the same room.
They were all wearing the ancient robes that he only saw on TV once in a while. A third of them were wearing white robes, a third of them were wearing black robes, and the last third were wearing red robes. Their ages also varied, some of them looked extremely old with a hunchback, and some of them looked in their teens.
He was so distracted by the nine hundred and ninety-nine people around him that he only noticed another one standing in front of him, just ten meters away from him. The man wore a white robe and appeared to be in his forties with a thin mustache and a few centimeters long beard.
The man smiled at him, "Welcome to Thousand Halls, Tang Shaoyang."
