The Dusk Exchange was silent enough to hear a pin drop. Many people stopped talking, the liquid in their wine cups shimmering in every color as they all turned to look.
What kind of place was this? A place where the dead traded with the living. The most dazzling figures from different eras and every period of history could be found here.
A bartender in a crisp silver outfit said, "New here? Confident, full of vigor, forever young and hot-blooded. Very good. You really do look like... a rookie!"
His words took a turn. Then he resumed his work, his movements practiced as he made the cups, wine, and barware dance with Dao charm, blooming like flowers. Rule Ripples spread outward, carrying a striking artistic beauty.
A waiter delivering wine also nodded. "Being young is nice, full of thriving vitality. But it costs lives—they die fast."
Clearly, even the staff here had all been famous figures in history. Not one was ordinary; every one of them was a super expert.
A young man with a face full of bushy sideburns nodded. "People always need dreams. If you do not daydream while you are young, are you supposed to mooch along and wait for death like us, then, after your spirit has gone numb, brag about how you once pissed downwind and caused a prehistoric flood?"
"Moo the hell!" Fu Dao Ox felt that everyone here had venomous tongues. None of them were good people.
Wang Xuan remained remarkably calm, without any particular reaction. He understood these people. In a sense, they carried somewhat the scent of his own kind.
After all, these people had truly been outrageously formidable. They had each possessed their own era, looking down upon their peers. It was only natural that they would not show him