Meeting

The interior of Yipinju Restaurant was lavishly decorated, magnificent and resplendent, with uniformly patterned water-ripple tables and rosewood chairs carved with floral designs.

Fixed tableware had been arranged on every table, each piece extraordinarily luxurious and clearly expensive.

On every floor of the restaurant, neatly dressed attendants served the guests. They resembled the staff of modern luxury hotels, with refreshing smiles on their faces. They could not all be called handsome men and beautiful women, but they were not far off.

However, they were merely passersby, and Duàn Yì paid them little attention.

Xia Hong and the others followed Yipinju Restaurant's young manager up to the fifth floor.

This was Yipinju Restaurant's top floor. It was normally closed to the public and used by the owner to entertain friends. But an exception had been made today. With two princes dining here, how could they not put forth some capital unless they had grown tired of living?

The enormous space had once been divided by wooden walls into private rooms, but those walls had now been removed. Only ten round dining tables remained, spaced far apart, along with all manner of antique furnishings.

Each table could seat ten people, yet in this vast and spacious area, the arrangement seemed just right.

Duàn Yì could clearly see that those already seated varied in age and background, but every one of them was either wealthy or noble, with extraordinary bearing.

Their clothing was made of premium fabrics, and the ornaments they wore were costly, especially the abundance of fine jade.

Even the martial artists who spent their days rolling through the jianghu, their auras fierce and bloody, were now impeccably dressed. Clearly, they knew today's occasion was special. Before the two princes, no matter how unaccustomed they were to it, they did not