From the top floor of the Treehouse Bar, he quickly descended to the first-floor hall.
In contrast to the quiet of the top floor, the atmosphere here was much livelier. Many idle residents came here to have a few drinks and chat.
Angel's gaze wandered for a moment, finally settling on a corner.
He hadn't even reached it yet and could already hear bursts of coquettish laughter.
Two beautiful ladies, one holding a glass of freshly brewed flower wine, the other a feather fan covering their continuously laughing mouths, had their eyes fixed intently on a gray-haired old man in their midst.
The sound of the beauties' laughter made the old man even more excited, and he continued recounting his experiences filled with fantastical events, drawing even shyer giggles.
In Angel's view, this scene was nothing short of a lecherous old man deceiving naïve young girls.
