The night air over Cirrus Cloud Town crackled with a tense, oppressive silence as the clock neared midnight.
The Immortal Taste Pavilion stood mighty at a staggering height of ten meters in the middle of its vast territory as it had a perimeter of fifty hectares of territory all for itself. A testament to being one of the top powers of the Cirrus Cloud Town.
Outside the opulent gates of the Immortal Taste Pavilion, the street was dead quiet. The grand entrance was brightly lit by spirit-stone lanterns, casting a warm glow over the polished stone pillars.
Inside the main banquet hall, Manager Zhao sat at a central table, swirling a glass of high-grade spirit wine.
The banquet hall was overly lavish and decorated with various gold and silver ornaments plastered all over the its halls. It was as if it was trying to blatantly show its extravagance and status.
