When they arrived, faint noises could be heard coming from upstairs. Upon ascending, they saw a large group of people in the hall.
Some were wearing masks, others had their faces covered, all engaged in excited exchanges. There were several large fire pits burning with firewood, raising the temperature significantly. Many had shed their heavy coats and were in lighter attire, though their faces remained concealed.
Waiters moved about with trays, offering beverages and Cockroach Paste for the guests to consume.
Qiu Rong took a deep breath, her face beneath the mask betraying excitement. She had caught the scent of the Holy medicine! The thought of being able to drink the Holy medicine later made her tremble with anticipation.
Wang Tao glanced at Qiu Rong and felt that her spirits seemed to have improved instantaneously.
Clearly, the supposed Holy medicine was a factor, probably because Qiu Rong had smelled it.
