Golden Barrel Pavilion was one of the most luxurious taverns in Seven Star City.
Its signature wine, Drunken Millennium, was renowned throughout Jizhou. Ordinary people had no chance of tasting it; it was reserved for high officials, powerful nobles, and high-level martial artists.
At that moment, Pei Yuesheng sat in the seat of honor in the Star Gazing Hall on the seventh floor of Golden Barrel Pavilion.
Cui Pinghao, Chu Feng, and Ma An sat on his left and right.
As the three ate and drank, the atmosphere was subtle.
From beginning to end, Ma An kept his body taut. This was Golden Barrel Pavilion, a place where a single meal could cost a fortune.
What was more, the Commander was a powerful and influential figure. Ma An did his utmost to eat with grace and caution, afraid of making a fool of himself.
Chu Feng, who sat beside him, was entirely different.
He tore into huge chunks of meat and gulped down wine, completely unconcerned with refinement or etiquette. The Drunken Millennium, worth ten gold pieces a jar, was being drunk like water.
His physique was absurdly tough, and he could drink cup after cup without falling. Cui Pinghao's heart ached at the sight. The flesh on his face twitched, yet he did not dare utter a single unnecessary word.
Ma An was dumbstruck, gazing at Chu Feng as if he were a heavenly being. His awe had already reached the point of prostrating himself in worship.
Pei Yuesheng merely watched with a genial smile, as though he were an outsider. Yet most of his attention remained on Chu Feng, as if he were observing something.
After eating and drinking his fill, Chu Feng remembered the question from earlier and asked,
"Lord Pei, what exactly is a Remnant Will