They made their way toward the Seventh Peak and arrived quickly.
The area resembled a lively market on Earth, bustling with activity.
Stalls and shops were everywhere. Stall owners shouted out their products and tried to attract customers with large posters, while the shops were quieter, typically displaying a poster highlighting some interesting items.
"Follow me, I know a great place to drink!" Bai Tao said, leading the way toward the peak's summit.
Soon, Feng Fan found himself standing in front of a two-story bar. The entrance, large enough for an ogre to pass through, was adorned with a sign reading 'Drunk Immortal.'
'Can immortals even get drunk?' Feng Fan wondered as he glanced at the sign.
Before they entered, Feng Fan turned to Bai Tao.
"Why are you so familiar with this place? What have you been doing instead of cultivating?"
Bai Tao coughed but didn't answer the question.
