"Your Excellency, this way, please."
Seeing that Old Garden was valiant and extraordinary, the pot-bellied man became exceedingly polite. Their restaurant was one of the finest establishments in the Herb Capital.
The reason it had become a premier establishment was precisely because of its excellent service. They would not look down on a customer because of any person or any matter.
Even if it were merely a beggar, they would respectfully welcome him inside.
Of course, that only applied if you had money.
If you had no money? Then sorry, they would let you experience just what the intimidation of a premier establishment meant.
Old Garden nodded faintly and followed the man toward the innermost private room. Along the way, Old Garden saw many mortals.
"I heard people say that your restaurant serves cultivators exclusively. Why are there mortals here as well?"
Old Garden, following behind the man, stirred inwardly and spoke slowly.
"Your Excellency, those are merely rumors from outside. Ordinary people generally cannot afford our restaurant, and since we receive many cultivators, such rumors came to be."
"In truth, so long as one has money, even mortals are welcome at our restaurant."
"Also, Your Excellency, you may simply call me Sun Shang."
Sun Shang wiped at the nonexistent sweat on his forehead and lowered his head, his face full of ingratiating smiles.
Beside Old Garden, he felt an immense pressure. Even though Old Garden was merely standing there quietly, the pressure upon him was tremendous.
Old Garden was an immortal. Even with his aura completely restrained, his very status placed him high above all others.
Much less when Sun Shang was only a mortal.
"Not bad."
With his hands behind his back, Old Garden entered the private room. Everything inside was forged from gold, dazzlingly resplendent, imposing and