Ethan casually threw a heavy, glowing sack containing exactly one hundred thousand mid-grade spiritual stones onto the silver tray. The massive weight of the pure currency let out a crisp, metallic chime that made the hostess's eyes widen with absolute delight. Without a single word, Ethan rose from the table, his towering figure naturally drawing the submissive gazes of Mary and Louisa, who scrambled to stand up beside him, their hearts still fluttering from the sheer absurdity of the bill.
The three of them walked down the grand mahogany staircase toward the main exit of the Sovereign Dragon's Feast. But just as they reached the bustling first-floor lobby, a loud, incredibly arrogant commotion exploded at the entrance doors.
