The way their host conducted himself left Wei Fuwen and the others feeling a complex mixture of emotions deep down. After all, the host's behavior proved one thing: if not for Ye Chen, they wouldn't even have been qualified to set foot in the Plum Blossom Room on the seventh floor of the White Swan. It must be said, the blow to their pride was far from trivial.
Soon, they reached the seventh floor. There was no gaudy, ostentatious decor here. Instead, the vintage and evocative Plum Blossom Room exuded an intangible air of nobility. The lingering scent of premium sandalwood only served to heighten that sense of prestige.
Standing in its midst, even Old Ye felt an indescribable, inexplicable tension and restraint. He subconsciously checked the time: 9:43 AM. There were still over ten minutes left.
Chapter 739