Sky Inn was already floating beneath the clouds.
The space inside the private compartment was quite spacious, the scent of unknown flora refreshing and uplifting, and the elongated U-shaped, silver-white Magic Beast fur sofa, had no seams, but was instead wrapped as a whole.
The curved, sill-less, floor-to-ceiling panoramic glass window overlooked the endless, splendid lights like a net below in Duguli.
Next to the window, there was a small raised platform with a branded piano and some glossy, reflective instruments. The musicians who would perform later were the main event.
Galen looked at everything in front of him, seeming somewhat constrained.
"It's real, alright."
Chuan Che, an adventurer, had slain many Magic Beasts; he touched the fur on the sofa—this was from a high-risk Magic Beast that only an honorable-level adventure group could subdue, a whole pelt from a Silver-Backed Giant Bear. They really spared no expense.
