The second-floor pavilion of the Sovereign Dragon's Feast was a world away from the chaotic, dusty streets of the lower peaks. Polished mahogany tables were separated by translucent silk screens, and the soft, elegant melody of a spiritual zither floated through the air. Every single patron in this room wore the luxurious robes of an inner court candidate, their eyes sharp and their auras radiating the heavy presence of formed Spiritual Cores.
The light-blue-robed hostess guided Ethan, Mary, and Louisa to a semi-private alcove overlooking the glowing commercial district below.
"Here is our premier menu for our distinguished Spiritual Core guests," the hostess said with a graceful bow, placing a heavy, golden-trimmed jade scroll onto the table. "Whenever you are ready to order, young master, you need only infuse a thread of your qi into the scroll."
