Several days later.
Shouzhe arrived at Xuantian City's finest restaurant—the Qiongguang Pavilion.
This restaurant had benefited greatly from the rise of the Wuji Divine Palace. The flow of visitors into Xuantian City had surged dramatically, and the Qiongguang Pavilion's business had consequently grown ever more prosperous, with a table becoming hard to reserve.
However, for Wang Shouzhe, the newly appointed "Young Realm Lord," arranging entry into the most luxurious private room was merely an ordinary matter.
Inside this private room, one felt as though one were amid a dazzling river of stars. Looking down from outside, the entirety of Xuantian City lay in full view. Its districts resembled islands floating in the air, majestic and magnificent.
The Qiongguang Pavilion's manager, who hailed from an elder's lineage within the Wuji Divine Palace, naturally did not dare slight Wang Shouzhe, this Young Realm Lord, in the slightest.
After personally determining the dishes and arrangements for that evening's banquet, he came to the private room himself and respectfully reported the arrangements to Wang Shouzhe.
He then instructed an attendant to brew the pavilion's finest tea before quietly withdrawing from the private room and gently closing the door.
Within the private room, the lighting was soft and the atmosphere harmonious.
Wang Shouzhe and the Holy Emperor Yong'an sat opposite one another, drinking tea in a very congenial atmosphere.
Wang Shouzhe looked somewhat different from usual today. He had shed his former lazy image and donned a formal Xuanwu Combat Uniform, with a long robe over it.
This attire brought out his heroic bearing, as though he had returned to his high-spirited youth, brimming with vitality and vigor.
The Holy Emperor Yong'an had likewise changed. He had traded his usual intricate black robe, which displayed the majesty of an emperor, for a simple green robe.