"It's getting late. Let's go." Luo Chuan drained the Snow Maple Wine in his cup.
Although Snow Maple Wine was more like a beverage and barely tasted of alcohol, drinking too much still had an effect.
Luo Chuan now felt a little lightheaded, but aside from that, there was no other discomfort.
Most of the others reacted much like Luo Chuan. Cultivators naturally had stronger constitutions than ordinary people, perhaps because Snow Maple Wine was brewed through some special method.
Having secretly drunk quite a bit, Xuanque was now asleep in her chair, her face flushed red, utterly unaffected by the surrounding clamor.
Quite some time had passed since the gathering ended, yet the customers were still talking animatedly, and the room was filled with noisy chatter.
Hearing Luo Chuan's voice, everyone stood up, preparing to leave.
"Were you all satisfied?" A middle-aged man had been waiting outside the private room for some time. He looked slightly restrained, and judging by his clothes, he was likely the owner of this establishment.
He was feeling rather nervous. Tang Yi had only told him one thing—these people were of extremely noble status, and he had to do everything in his power to entertain them properly.
Guests whom even the city lord had to treat with the utmost respect—the shop owner simply could not imagine what sort of identities they possessed. Could they be a sightseeing group from the Imperial Capital?
In truth, he knew that guess was unreliable, but who knew what these powerful beings were thinking? He could only pull out all the stops.
He still clearly remembered Bu Lige coming out earlier to give him special instructions. Afraid of displeasing these big shots, he was now extremely uneasy.
"Mm, it was quite good." Luo Chuan nodded and answered casually.
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