The sky over Star Moon Plain was bright, and White Jade Capital Restaurant was as clamorous as ever.
Most of those who wandered Star Moon Plain were people without status, but they all had lives of their own.
In this land beyond the rule of any power, martial strength was the foundation that guaranteed everything—but it was not the only thing.
In the quiet chamber on White Jade Capital Restaurant's eleventh floor, great calligraphy scrolls hung down, and incense burned in a beast-mouth burner.
The Young Master of the Bai Clan of Langya was always willing to make his life a little more refined when circumstances allowed.
At this moment, he sat cross-legged, his left hand gripping his longsword in reverse, laid horizontally before him. His clothes were immaculate, his posture exceedingly proper.
Though White Jade Capital Restaurant was said to rake in gold by the day, its accumulated wealth was not quite so exaggerated. The "clothing procurement expenses" among its expenditures probably bore much of the blame.
The waiters came with their own uniforms.
The woodcutter and the one in charge of consecration had no need to dress particularly well.
As for the proprietor, he wore a single Ruyi Immortal Robe all year round.
It was obvious who all those clothes had been bought for.
The gleaming blade reflected his handsome jade-pale face. Casually picking up the wine jug beside him, he took a gulp of the most expensive wine in the establishment and sprayed it all over the cold edge.
Fine droplets of wine spread evenly across every inch of the blade.
He took up a snow-white square kerchief and slowly wiped down his longsword.
The process was exceedingly slow.
He overlooked not the slightest detail, more serious than when he sat behind the counter doing the accounts.