In the most central, luxurious, and tallest tavern of this city, Lu Yuanming and Tang Zhe'an were sitting in an elegant room located on the top floor, which occupied the entire level. Beside the dining table, a group of musicians who were there to entertain the guests were trembling with fear.
Just minutes earlier, Tang Zhe'an had kicked open the door to the elegant room and then Lu Yuanming, with an expressionless face, sent each of the swordsmen in the room sailing out of the window... Well, they're still hanging from the rooftop now.
"Actually, there are clues to Order Space."
Tang Zhe'an poured himself a glass of wine and drank it slowly, not touching the dishes on the table, which had been picked at by the swordsmen just before. He was waiting for the server to come and replace them—it's not that he meant to be rude, but he has a bit of a germ phobia and doesn't relish the idea of eating after strangers.
