Inside the tavern, light songs and graceful dances shimmered vaguely, with Immortal Light twining around the curtains and canopies everywhere. At the railings of the second and third floors, numerous middle-aged men and women drank and laughed, their gazes never straying to the scene below.
In fact, the pedestrians on the street were mostly Immortal Soldiers, and within the building, every corner was filled with experts. Streams of Immortal Consciousness landed on that particular table, ready to unleash thousands of glaring lights straight towards the plump Innate God at any sign of abnormality. However, this was not arranged by Wu Wang; the one pulling the strings behind the scenes was Liu Baiyi, Master Liu. Among the few top-tier leaders in the Human Domain, there were inevitable disagreements on how to deal with the Sleep God.
Looking at the table again, it presented a harmonious and joyous scene.
