Early the next morning.
The group came down to the first floor and saw the squinting Bartender picking up a bottle on the back counter, wiping it continuously with a white handkerchief.
By now, the hotel guests from the previous night had already left, but to Yuanchu and the others' surprise, the tables were spotless, and the room was filled with the fresh scent of morning flowers without a trace of alcohol.
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