After obtaining all the necessary information, Aric made his way to the Flourishing Immortal Inn. The inn towered above the city like a monolith, its 100 floors gleaming under the sunlight. Upon entering, Aric marveled at the luxurious atmosphere.
The receptionist at the counter glanced at him briefly, her eyes flickering with curiosity. "Welcome to the Flourishing Immortal Inn. How may I assist you?"
"I'd like to book a room," Aric replied, his tone casual but assertive. "The higher the floor, the better."
The receptionist nodded. "Unfortunately, the top floors—99th and 100th—are fully booked, but we still have rooms available on the 80th floor. That would be 80 High-Grade Spirit Stones per night."
Aric considered it for a moment. "I'll take the room on the 80th floor."
