As the moon reached its zenith, the atmosphere in the Myriad Dao Pavilion shifted from a tense military briefing to a display of desperate hedonism.
Everyone began to party, wanting to unwind before they left for the battlefield at dawn.
For many of the pampered noble scions, this was perhaps it would be months or years before they can once again taste vintage spiritual wine or feel the warmth of a safe, silk-lined hall.
The fact that they might die didn't even cross their minds.
Music played from enchanted instruments, ethereal flutes and stringed harps that echoed through the jade corridors, while servants carried platters of spirit fruits and roasted meat from high-grade demonic beasts.
Of course, those who are truly serious about this expedition didn't join them, and instead went to a private booth for further discussion.
