Qinglin Town, the largest market town at the foot of Six Harmonies Mountain.
As dusk approached, the Drunken Immortal Pavilion at the eastern end of town had already hung out a wooden sign reading "Fully Booked."
The shopkeeper stood bent over at the entrance, fine beads of sweat covering his brow as he forced a smile for every regular customer who arrived:
"I truly apologize, but distinguished guests have taken over the entire establishment today."
Those words,
naturally drew plenty of complaints from the regulars.
Yet all the shopkeeper could do was apologize again and again.
There was no helping it.
The people upstairs at this very moment were all Great Figures of the martial world!
One had to know,
that as a town built at the foot of Six Harmonies Mountain,
Liu Zhenshan, Sect Master of the Six Harmonies Sect, was practically the sky above Qinglin Town!
And yet now,
the people gathered upstairs stood on the same level in the martial world as Liu Zhenshan, and there was more than one of them!
Before Great Figures with such illustrious reputations,
how could a mere shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion possibly afford to offend them?
He could only keep wiping the cold sweat from his forehead,
softly explaining things to the regulars and urging them to leave, while promising that if they returned in a few days, he would offer them small gifts as compensation.
Only then did the regulars gathered nearby reluctantly disperse.
The commotion at the inn entrance
did not cause much of a stir.
At this moment,
inside a private room on the third floor, seven figures sat around a round redwood table.
Eight cups of clear tea sat on the table, yet no one had touched them.
The last strand of sunset shone through