The entrance of the Drunken Immortal Inn was bustling with cultivators, all dressed in luxurious robes.
Beneath the clamor of voices, faint ethereal music could be heard; Ji An listened attentively, as if high mountains and flowing waters appeared before his eyes.
Inside, there were skilled sound cultivators enlivening the atmosphere, indicating that the meal prices were certainly not cheap.
"Senior, Drunken Immortal Inn is the most luxurious tavern in the Immortal City. More than a decade ago, they cooked a Golden Core Demon Beast. I remember the aroma of food enveloping this entire street for days before it gradually dissipated."
Li Zhonghe spoke, a line of crystalline drool trailing from the corner of his mouth, which he promptly wiped away with his sleeve.
"A Golden Core Demon Beast, huh," Ji An sighed. Back when the demon calamity erupted, Golden Core cultivators from the Western Continent had slain two Golden Core Demon Beasts. Who knows who got to eat the beast meat.
