— Evening —
At the top floor of the Immortal Dream Tower, the sound of a zither played a joyous tune.
Wei Chen was sitting on a cushion behind a low banquet table. Yes, it was the same type of low lacquered table he often saw in ancient Chinese dramas in his previous life, especially in banquet scenes.
On top of the table were various dishes and liquor. Most importantly, the main dish had been personally prepared by Dream Butterfly herself. Each sip of the liquor was mellow, and the soft spice brought a pleasant warmth to Wei Chen's palate. He had never tasted anything like it before.
Along with the array of Chinese-looking dishes, he was enjoying the atmosphere to the fullest.
This room at the top of the tower was known as the Immortal Dream Chamber, and from Wei Chen's experience in the last few hours, it was obvious why it carried such a name.
