The sunlight streamed in, bringing the sound of the bustling street below.
In a room on the second floor of the Golden Bamboo Restaurant, Arden cleared his throat, catching the attention of the group. With a charming smile, he raised his hand to signal the waiter.
"The only thing missing now is fine wine," he suddenly announced in a smooth and confident voice, "Waiter, bring us your best spirit wine!"
Although the spirit wine was even more expensive than the spirit rice, Arden had no choice if he wanted his plan to succeed. After all, the Crimson Butterfly Powder, a sleeping drug that even early-stage Qi Gathering realm cultivators could barely resist, worked best when mixed with liquids than with food. And right now, wine was the best choice.
The old waiter's eyes lit up at the request. He bowed deeply, a smile playing on his wrinkled lips, "An excellent choice, young master. I have just the thing."
