Inside the largest reception hall of Starchaser Tower, the seats were filled to capacity, yet it was so quiet that a falling needle could be heard.
Shang Liancheng personally served the tea, cup after cup, and only the occasional clink of porcelain gave any sense that time was flowing.
Once all the tea had been served, Shang Liancheng withdrew from the reception hall, instinctively wiping a brow that bore no sweat, and turned to see a young man standing by the window.
Chapter 45