The tenth floor of the Floating Life Drunken Dream Pavilion was the most mysterious and prestigious place in the entire building.
At this moment, an old man sat upright in the center of the hall, his expression calm and his gaze deep as an abyss.
Behind him stood a tightly shut door. It led to a grand private room that was rarely opened and normally kept locked.
It would only be opened when receiving the Floating Life Drunken Dream Pavilion's most honored guests.
The existence of this private room symbolized the Floating Life Drunken Dream Pavilion's supreme status and secret influence.
Everyone permitted to enter was an eminent figure in Mingxin Prefecture, someone of towering status and overwhelming power.
And with the old man stationed here now, there was clearly an extremely important guest inside the private room.
The old man's face was calm, yet a faint sharpness and depth glimmered in his cloudy eyes.
His withered fingers lightly tapped the armrest of his chair, making soft, rhythmic sounds, as though he were pondering something.
The air around him seemed to grow heavy because of his presence, and even time itself appeared to slow.
Just then, the commotion downstairs faintly reached him, and the old man's brow twitched slightly.
Then, his gaze turned once more toward the tightly shut private-room door.
"How strange! The Pavilion Master specifically instructed this old man to remain stationed on the tenth floor these past few days, not leaving even a single step."
The next instant, the old man frowned deeply, his eyes full of confusion as he muttered in a low voice, "What? Has someone down below eaten the audacity of a leopard, daring to barge into the tenth floor?"
Though his voice was soft, it carried an authority that brooked no question.
Clearly,