Feng Manlou.
This place clearly only catered to Cultivators.
As soon as Zhong Shenxiu entered, he felt a force of exclusion.
If one were a mortal or even an Innate below the level of Divine Skills proficiency, they wouldn't be able to enter.
"This hierarchy of disdain is quite high... Should I say it's fitting for the Capital City?"
He directly went up to the second floor and discovered it was a tea house that had established numerous elegant seats, most of which were already occupied.
Some were scholars carrying long swords, others young Taoists, and also muscular Martial Monks, as well as various bizarrely dressed individuals...
"Young master, what kind of Spiritual Tea would you like? Our Heavenly Spring is famous far and wide."
A waiter politely led Zhong Shenxiu to a seat and respectfully asked.
"Then bring me a pot of that. Why are there so many Cultivators around lately?"
Zhong Shenxiu casually asked.
