The diners on the second floor were chatting animatedly about a freshly baked piece of major news.
The threshold of Feixian Pavilion was exceptionally high, and the prices inside were breathtaking; a single cup of fine wine and a song-and-dance performance might well exhaust the lifetime savings of an ordinary Cultivator.
Lixi had been listening for ages and was dying of curiosity. Could this be about the human traffickers?
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