After feasting their eyes for quite some time, these vigorous young men reluctantly shifted their gaze away, following Zhao Letian into the interior of Fengyue Building.
Upon looking around, although it was the top floor, the space was not small and extremely spacious.
However, there were not many tables and chairs here, and no private rooms, just a few tables and chairs placed by the windows. Even so, they were not all filled. After all, although the top floor was desirable, not just anyone dared to dine here; merely stepping onto the top floor required the payment of a hefty sum of Primordial Stones, consumer or not.
When Zhao Letian and his group entered, there were only five or six tables occupied. Those people were dressed elegantly, all exuding an extraordinary aura, clearly wealthy and noble.
In the middle of the top floor, there was a large stage where a group of exceptionally beautiful singing girls and dancers performed, a feast for the eyes.
"Stop staring, let's find a place to sit," Zhao Letian said with a smile, shaking his head as he looked at Xinghai Five Tigers and the others, who were utterly captivated, and walked towards a nearby table.
It has to be said, the top floor indeed had its advantages. Just sitting there and looking out the window, one felt like they were above all, looking down on everything, able to see the entirety of War King City at night, evoking a superior sense of being above others.
"Young Master, here's our menu, please take a look at what you would like to order," a beautiful waitress approached soon after they sat down, handing over a finely made menu with enthusiasm.
"Steamed Sect Martial Realm demon beast Stone Pattern Fish? Braised Sect Martial Realm demon beast Lion Roar Monster? Barbecued Sect Martial Realm demon beast Nine-winged Bird..." Reading the names of the dishes on the menu, Zhao Letian was inwardly shocked, while the others were already staring in disbelief.
Capturing Sect Martial Realm demon beasts to make dishes? This overturned the worldview of Zhao Letian and the others, as their current cultivation level only made them food for Sect Martial Realm demon beasts, never daring to think about capturing them for culinary dishes.
"What's wrong, Young Master? Are you not satisfied with these dishes? These dishes are all made by our Sect Martial Realm chefs in Fengyue Building, using carefully selected rare demon beasts. Regular consumption can improve a Martial Artist's constitution, enhance Physical Strength, and even help in advancing cultivation. Even tasting them once brings huge benefits; they are truly rare delicacies. Of course, if the Young Master is not satisfied, our restaurant has many more unique dishes to recommend," the waitress hurriedly explained upon seeing Zhao Letian's expression.
Although Zhao Letian and his group didn't look like very wealthy or noble people from their attire, the waitress didn't underestimate them. This was the rule in Fengyue Building, to never judge by appearances. After all, with Fengyue Building's strong backing, they weren't worried about anyone daring to dine and dash.
"Sect Martial Realm chefs? No need, just bring up some dishes from the menu at random, and bring a few pots of wine," Zhao Letian was once again surprised; he didn't expect that even the chefs were formidable Sect Martial Realm experts. No matter how expensive, this meal was worth it. Visit My Virtual Library Empire (*) for more.
"Our Fengyue Building has wines at different prices, what price range would you like, Young Master?" the waitress asked.
"What price ranges of wines do you all have?" Zhao Letian inquired.
"The lowest price on the top floor starts with a hundred-year-old cellar, priced at one hundred Mid-Grade Essence Stones per pot. For each additional hundred years, the price increases by one hundred Mid-Grade Essence Stones, up to a thousand-year-old cellar," said the waitress.
After hearing this, everyone gasped in surprise. A pot of wine costing a hundred mid-grade essence stones, and that being the cheapest, was practically like robbing them of their essence stones. If it weren't for Zhao Letian, they definitely couldn't afford it.
"Your dishes can enhance a martial artist's physique. What about the drinks, do they have any special effects?" Zhao Letian was also shocked, but he remained outwardly calm. It was expensive, but it wasn't to the extent that he couldn't afford a pot of wine.
"The effects of the drinks are the same as those of the dishes; they can enhance a martial artist's physique, and even more effectively. Long-term consumption shows significant effects," the maid explained.
"Oh, really? Then bring us three pots of hundred-year-old cellar wine." Zhao Letian said. He wasn't particularly interested in alcoholic drinks. He ordered three pots out of curiosity to see if they truly had any effect—it was merely for today's celebration to boost the mood. There was no need to buy anything too expensive; after all, his essence stones didn't come from thin air. If he ran out, he might have to risk selling his cultivation techniques again.
"Tsk tsk, what a wonder. Someone in the top floor of Fengyue Building is ordering the cheapest wine. Looks like it's a country bumpkin from some small place. If you don't have essence stones, why bother coming to the top floor to embarrass yourself? You can drink hundred-year-old cellar wine downstairs too. Just get lost, Fengyue Building isn't a place for poor ghosts like you."
Just then, a group of young men suddenly walked up, each with a proud demeanor and radiating a powerful aura—clearly, each of them had an extraordinary status. And the young man walking at the back of the group sneered dismissively as he passed Zhao Letian's table.
"Where did this mad dog come from?" Zhao Letian's expression darkened immediately, he coldly looked at the man. His mood had been good today, but it was instantly ruined by this jerk.
The person who sneered at him was clad in a white robe. His cultivation was not very strong, only at the True Martial Third Realm, but his aura was powerful and clearly not that of an ordinary martial artist.
However, no matter who he was, provoking Zhao Letian for no reason meant Zhao Letian could not just let it go.
"Your rustic bravery to talk back suggests you don't know how the word 'death' is written, huh?" The young man in white immediately scowled, a vicious look in his eyes as he coldly stared at Zhao Letian, his body pulsing with powerful True Yuan force instantly.
"Even a mad dog dares to bite randomly, can't I even reprimand it? Whose dog is this, take it away quickly. If you're late, beware that I might butcher it for a dish to accompany wine," said Zhao Letian unyieldingly.
"Good, good, seems kid really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, used to being a king in your little place. Coming to War King City and still not knowing to hold back. Today, this young master will let you know that War King City isn't a place where you, a country bumpkin, can act wildly." The young man in white said furiously and then laughed. He immediately flipped his hand delivering a palm strike towards Zhao Letian without any hesitation.
"Move." Zhao Letian uttered coldly, sitting on his chair unflinchingly and struck back with his hand.
A loud dull sound spread, and the young man in white was immediately forced back three steps, looking at Zhao Letian in disbelief. Meanwhile, the chair Zhao Letian was sitting on also slid backwards a short distance, making the confrontation evenly matched.