"Qilin Pavilion!"
At the top level of the Loulin Ship, the night wind from the Huangpu River blew in through the large open windows on all sides.
Xia Yu stopped at the staircase entrance, looking around in surprise.
This top floor was like an elegant restaurant on the top level of a hotel, with lighting neither too bright nor too dim, and numerous tables and chairs neatly arranged.
Perhaps the benefits of each temple and pavilion below had already been snatched away by strong contenders, people kept coming up behind Xia Yu in the staircase, rustling around, and a glance around showed that half of the large restaurant was already seated, quite bustling.
"Huh!"
After observing for a while, Xia Yu sensed something was off.
There were no food promotional posters!
And no waitstaff!
"Buffet?"
Xia Yu furrowed his brow, saying this with a firm tone, but internally he was sure there was more to it than just that.
