A few days later, in Yangzhou City, it was lunchtime.
This "Immortal's Welcome Pavilion," located in the city's busiest district, was the finest and most luxurious restaurant and inn in all of Yangzhou.
It stood seven stories tall, its flying eaves and bracket sets built from the finest spiritwood and roofed with gleaming jade-green glazed tiles. Sunlight shimmered across its surface, and the formations inside were exquisitely crafted. Not only did they keep the place warm in winter and cool in summer, they also filled it with abundant spiritual energy. Unless they were wealthy merchants or cultivators of some standing, ordinary people could hardly hope to enter.
Of course, while the restaurant was impressive by Yangzhou standards, it would have seemed quite ordinary in the Divine Capital.
But none of that mattered!
What mattered was that the private dining rooms on the top floor were exceptionally well-appointed. They were spacious, with warm-jade spirit tiles covering the floor and works of calligraphy by renowned masters hanging on the walls. Spirit plants in the corners breathed out spiritual energy, and an entire row of carved windows faced the street, offering a sweeping view of Yangzhou. From there, one could take in nearly the whole city.
Granted, the city wasn't large. It was about the size of an ordinary ward in the Divine Capital.
Even so, a private room like this was beyond the means of most people—especially in a backwater like Yangzhou, which was little more than an ordinary rural town compared to the Divine Capital.
And yet...
At that very moment, in the best private room on the seventh floor, the topmost level of the Immortal's Welcome Pavilion, two men were using a meal as an opportunity to have a private conversation.
See?
A large round rosewood table stood by the