The moment the private viewing level opened, the atmosphere changed again.
Unlike the crowded hall below, this floor was reserved for people whose names carried weight.
Nobles stood in small groups beside long tables filled with refreshments, speaking quietly while servants moved around them.
Young heirs wore expensive clothes embroidered with their family symbols, while older cultivators stood nearby with calm expressions.
The moment the Crimson Moon Princess stepped out of the elevator, several conversations stopped.
Then one noble after another turned toward her.
"Your Highness, it has been some time."
A middle-aged demon with two thick black horns approached first, his expensive robe was carrying the golden crest of House Zareth.
The princess gave him a polite nod.
"Lord Zareth. I heard your family was dealing with those border disputes in the northern territories. Has the situation settled down?"
He smiled.
