"If you meet the requirements and are interested in taking the challenge, you may follow me upstairs and give it a try."
The maid maintained a professionally sweet smile throughout, showing not the slightest impatience at Jiang Ping An's earlier hesitation.
With a thought, Jiang Ping An naturally released a wisp of the aura belonging to a Second Level God King, proving his cultivation.
"Please lead the way."
He had some understanding of the path of illusions.
Although he had never specifically cultivated any top-tier spiritual divine arts, his soul foundation was far more powerful than those of the same realm. He often used mental shocks in battle to disrupt or even severely wound his enemies.
He was not certain that he could break through the so-called three layers of illusion within the Spirit Painting.
After all, according to her, only a handful of people in the entire imperial city had succeeded.
But since his purse was empty at the moment, there was no harm in trying.
If he succeeded, not only would the bill of nearly three hundred Spirit King Pills be waived, but he would also receive an additional reward of three thousand Spirit King Pills.
Those resources would be enough to ease his pressing shortage.
"This way, sir."
The maid gave a slight bow and gestured for him to follow.
Led by the maid, he ascended Hua Miao Lou's second floor along an ornately carved wooden staircase.
The second floor was utterly different from the first.
It was quieter here, and the space appeared much more open. The guests were sparse, nowhere near as boisterous as those below.
Everyone's attention seemed focused before a wall on the southern side. They stood there in small groups, talking in low voices.
Their gazes were all fixed upon a painting