The two elders walked into the Jinbi Grand Hotel.
The one in front was leaning on a cane and wearing a fisherman's hat, while the one behind followed respectfully, arms crossed in front of him, ready to take action at any moment.
The staff of the Jinbi Grand Hotel, experienced and sharp-eyed, noted the dress of the two elders was ordinary, yet the air of nobility emanating from their bones—the arrogance cultivated from staying above others for a long time—was nearly integrated with their spiritual power.
"Would you like a private room on the third or fourth floor?" the staff promptly approached to greet them.
"No need, just find us a spot in the Great Tang," the elder with the cane said casually.
The staff led them to the second floor, looked around, and showed a difficult expression: "I'm sorry, there are no extra tables now... Would you mind sharing a table?"
