Meanwhile, in the heart of Iron Dawn, a full day had now passed since Lin Xu left for the city lord's estate.
Inside the quiet, incense-filled room on the fifth floor of the White Tiger Chamber of Commerce, Shun Long remained seated on that small, thick cushion, while the protective formations around the room hummed incessantly.
Since Lin Xu's departure, red-robed attendants entered his room one after the other, making sure the azure-robed old man had everything he needed.
Every few hours, his door would open, and a new pair of attendants would come in, carrying trays filled with rare delicacies. From freshly cooked meat from rank 6 and rank 7 magic beasts, spirit herb wine that could rival that of high-level restaurants, and even rank 6 spiritual herbs that gold-rank alchemists would only use during their pill refinement, everything was prepared with utmost precision and attention to detail.
But the White Tiger chamber of commerce's hospitality didn't end there.
