On the street opposite Floating Life Drunken Dream Pavilion, the crowd bustled and noise rose and fell like an unruly torrent.
Yet when pedestrians' steps neared the territory of Floating Life Drunken Dream Pavilion,
the clamor of these ordinary passersby abruptly dropped several notches, as though some invisible force were intimidating them.
Every passerby's steps became proper and restrained; even their breathing seemed cautious.
In Mingxin Prefecture, no one dared to act recklessly on Floating Life Drunken Dream Pavilion's turf, as if this place were shrouded in an inviolable majesty.
For outside the gates of Floating Life Drunken Dream Pavilion stood several dozen burly men, cast in iron as they stood on either side of the entrance, their figures erect and their gazes sharp as blades.
The muscles on these burly men's arms knotted like coiled dragons, and their auras were steady as mountains.
Their eyes were exceedingly unfriendly and cold, all carrying a heart-palpitating pressure.
Clearly, these brawny gatekeepers were no ordinary men, but martial artists who had cultivated martial arts.
Passing pedestrians occasionally cast them respectful glances, but did not dare linger, hurrying past.
Floating Life Drunken Dream Pavilion, this splendid tower that appeared to offer boundless pleasures of wine and romance,
actually concealed unfathomable power, making most people in Mingxin Prefecture shrink back in fear and dread it deeply.
There were even rumors that the master behind Floating Life Drunken Dream Pavilion was the younger brother of the Prefect Lord of Mingxin Prefecture.
With that connection, Floating Life Drunken Dream Pavilion's status became even more transcendent, and no one dared lightly offend its majesty.
Those who had once lost control in drunkenness, grown bold and reckless, and tried to make trouble here
were often quietly taken away by the prefectural yamen before they could stir up the