Yuan Ming and the bearded man followed Cui Wuran to a nearby restaurant, walking directly up to the third floor to a spacious private room.
The floor was carpeted in crimson, and the walls around were carved with exquisite patterns of birds and flowers, inlaid with gemstones, exuding an opulent aura.
In the center of the private room stood a mahogany round table, already occupied by three people: a young man in his twenties dressed in a black robe, a middle-aged woman with a plump figure, and an elderly man with a ruddy complexion and grey hair.
The group was engaged in a quiet conversation, but when they saw Cui Wuran and his companions enter, they stopped talking and turned their gaze toward them.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Cui, you've finally arrived," said the grey-haired old man as he stood up with a smile.
"We were delayed a bit on the way, sorry for making you wait. I'll drink three cups as a penalty later," Cui Wuran laughed.
