However, there was one more thing he needed to do before going to the Star Temple.
Thinking of this, Ye Chen glanced in the direction of the Human Race Temple, and then his figure slowly disappeared into the restaurant without attracting anyone's attention.
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The human temple stands majestically, like a giant sitting in the heart of the central city.
Soaring into the clouds, as if piercing the sky, its height reaches tens of thousands of meters. This magnificent tower has ninety-nine floors, each carrying a different mission and story.
The first fifty floors of the tower were mostly inhabited by members of the outer perimeter of the human temple.
Although they reside in the temple, their responsibilities are relatively lighter compared to the core personnel at the top, and they are more responsible for daily affairs and basic tasks.
However, even so, these peripheral personnel are by no means ordinary people; they have all gone through layers of screening to enter this sacred place.
As the floors gradually rise, starting from the fiftieth floor, one finds the true core of the human temple.
The people living here all hold significant positions within the human temple, controlling key decisions and influencing the fate of the entire human race.
At this very moment, Ye Chen's figure quietly appeared on the sixty-ninth floor of the Human Race Temple. At the entrance to this floor, an elderly man sat quietly cross-legged.
His face was weathered, crisscrossed with wrinkles like deep ravines, yet his eyes were as deep as the sea, radiating a wise light honed by the passage of time. Although his body was slightly hunched, his steadfast and imposing presence was still impossible to ignore.
Ye Chen walked slowly toward the elderly man with light yet firm steps.
When the distance closed to just a few steps, he stopped, bowed slightly, and called out softly in a respectful tone, "Elder Peng!"
The sound wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible in this quiet space.
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