Downstairs, the main tavern was a chaotic mess.
Gu Bao had already flipped a few tables, the wine was splashed all over mixed with the blood of couple of Cultivators who did not know any better.
Meanwhile, the supposed star of this show, Gu Bao stood in the center of the grand hall, holding a broken wine jug in his hand, glaring murderously at the terrified staff.
"Are you all deaf?!" he screamed, his voice cracking with arrogant rage, "I said I want the absolute best! Now! Or I start breaking your pathetic legs!"
"Young Master Gu... please..." A terrified waitress tried to reason, but just then...
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
The sound of heels echoed sharply down the grand wooden staircase, and the loud, panicked chatter in the tavern suddenly died.
Every single eye in the room turned upward.
On the stairs, Madam Zhao had already descended with a delicate black silk mask that concealed the upper half of her face, revealing only her alluring red lips and flawless jawline.
