The group wound their way through the crowded streets of the Uptown District, a stark contrast to the bureaucratic nightmare Rui had just escaped.
Lanterns swayed overhead, casting a warm glow on the cobblestone paths as demons of all ranks mingled among luxurious shops and eateries.
"There it is!" Zou pointed excitedly toward a restaurant with a line stretching around the corner. "The Simmering Soul!"
The establishment pulsed with energy—ambient laughter spilling from its doors alongside the aromatic scent of exotic spices.
Inside, glowing lanterns shaped like miniature cauldrons hung from the ceiling, illuminating tables where demons gathered around bubbling pots.
A hostess with six arms expertly guided them to a private alcove overlooking a garden of flame lilies.
She presented them with menus inscribed on scrolls of fireproof parchment.
Zou immediately took charge, barely glancing at the offerings.
