In the presidential suite.
Ye Xuan put away his phone; waves of hunger emanated from his stomach, causing his brow to furrow slightly. He had no choice but to open the door and step outside.
According to Ye Xuan's cultivation, he had long been capable of fasting. However, his cultivation had depleted greatly this time, and without any Blood Soul Essence to absorb, he had to resort to food to replenish the blood qi he had lost.
After inquiring with the service staff, Ye Xuan took the elevator straight to the top floor of the building. When the waiter opened the doors to the restaurant, a scene of luxury unfolded before his eyes.
Green lawns and stars that dotted the night sky, a pianist playing a score, and candles lit in front of each dining table where men and women sat opposite each other, laughing and chatting within the embrace of elegant music.