Sure enough, there weren't as many people downstairs. Several small wooden tables were spaced far apart, with only three or four people sitting around each.
Han Muye sat down at a wooden table near the window and said, "Bring us your signature dishes, all of them."
The waiter bowed happily and left the room.
Han Muye glanced at the others on the second floor. The two tall human immortal cultivators opposite him nodded slightly at him.
On the other side, a wild bull tribe member with a mane of hair and two human individuals emitting a demonic aura were sitting together.
Han Muye turned his gaze to the window, where various races of the demonic clan were bustling on the streets, creating a cacophony of shouts.
Han Muye turned to look out of the window again. Demons of different shapes and sizes walked on the streets, shouting.
Such exotic scenes were indeed interesting.
