A Display of Strength

The page's attitude had been good and his words polite. He hadn't sneered or looked down on anyone. In short, he had embodied the excellent professionalism of Qingyang City's finest tavern.

Really, how often did bullies take advantage of customers just because their businesses were popular? Any business that wanted to thrive needed a good reputation.

So the rule that you needed some so-called VIP credentials to enter this Misty Tower was something Bai Yang understood. He wasn't the sort to make a scene. If they wouldn't let him in without VIP credentials, then he simply wouldn't go in.

Just as Bai Yang was about to head somewhere else, Little Cat tugged at his sleeve and said, "Young Master, why don't we go somewhere else?"

Hu Zi and the others didn't mind. They kept quiet off to the side; after all, Bai Yang was the one who called the shots. They were only there to eat. Anywhere could fill their stomachs. It wasn't as if the food at Misty Tower would make them grow two heads.

That was how simple the mountain folk were. If they'd been guards from some other family, they might already have started making a fuss.

Bai Yang looked at Little Cat, then at Misty Tower's entrance, and slapped his forehead. Fine. He'd decided they were eating here today. They'd said they were coming here for a meal, so what would it mean to disappoint Little Cat?

Bai Yang then politely asked the page, "Young man, how does one get those VIP credentials of yours?"

If a problem could be solved with money, it wasn't a problem...

"This..." The page was immediately at a loss, hesitating over how to answer.

He was only a doorman and didn't know much about how the tavern handed out VIP