Vermilion Bird Avenue, No. 162.
It was a huge pavilion with five floors. In front of it was an inn, and behind it was a courtyard. There were walls on both sides. It was majestic and luxuriously decorated. The location was excellent. The bustling Vermilion Bird Avenue was right outside the door, and there was a lot of traffic.
On this street, any random shop could earn a lot of money no matter what kind of business it was.
Inns, restaurants, etc. were even more profitable. They made a lot of money every day. It was not too much to say that they were picking up money with sacks.
It was harder than ascending to the heavens for ordinary people to enter.
Those who did business on this street more or less had the shadow of dignitaries behind them.
At this moment.
The inn was already closed. The shopkeeper was waiting in the lobby, as if he was waiting for someone.