The inn's interior was even more extravagant than the street outside.
Silk curtains embroidered with phoenixes and cranes flowed down from crystal chandeliers.
The tables were carved from spiritwood, polished enough to reflect one's face. Perfumed incense curled through the air, carrying hints of lotus and wine.
Zhao Lusi swaggered in like she owned the entire establishment.
"Private room," she declared to the trembling attendant, "and bring us your finest wine. No, the most expensive one. The thousand-year peach blossom brew. And food. The best ones."
The attendant bowed and then left.
Moments later, the table was filled gleaming plates stacked high with dishes Fang Yuan had never even heard of.
Spirit beast meat infused with qi-rich spices, shimmering nectar fruits, golden rice steamed in starlight essence…
Fang Yuan could feel his cultivation gently rising just from the aroma.
Zhao Lusi was already pouring herself a massive cup of radiant pink wine, humming happily.
