Suotuo City, Tianwaitian Restaurant.
As the city's most luxurious dining establishment, every brick and tile here reeked of extravagance.
The private room on the top floor had enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a panoramic view of the city's neon lights.
The table was laden with delicacies fit for a dragon's liver and phoenix's marrow. Each dish had been prepared by a specialized food-type Soul Master. They tasted exquisite and even nourished Soul Power.
Su Yun sat boldly in the seat of honor. He showed none of the restraint of a guest; if anything, he looked like the owner of the restaurant.
His left arm was around Xiao Wu's slender waist, and in his right hand he held a hundred-gold-coin bottle of aged red wine. He stared across the table at Xue Qinghe with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Xue Qinghe (Qian Renxue) felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles.
Su Yun's earlier remarks about visiting a brothel had already dealt her a tremendous psychological blow.
And now, the sheer aggression in his gaze made even the Spirit Hall Young Master, who had always remained unruffled in the face of catastrophe, feel deeply uneasy.
"Brother Su... How is the wine?"
Xue Qinghe forced himself to maintain the Crown Prince's composure and raised his glass in a slight toast.
Su Yun took a sip of the red wine, then suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter sounded especially jarring in the spacious private room.
"The wine's good, but what a shame the company is a bit of a letdown."
Xue Qinghe frowned.
"What do you mean, Brother Su? Have I been a poor host?"
"No, no. Your Highness, the Crown Prince, is a wonderful host."
Su Yun put down his glass and leaned forward. His deep black eyes fixed on