"What's going on? The power's out?"
"Where's the emergency power?"
"Waiter!"
The moment the hotel plunged into darkness.
A series of exclamations erupted from the dining table.
When darkness suddenly envelops, the body instinctively feels fear.
But then—
A black cloth descended from above, enveloping them all.
It seemed to carry a faint scent of herbs.
It was irresistibly soothing to the mind.
Seconds later.
These people were sprawled over the dining tables.
Soundly asleep.
Only the groups who arrived later were left awake in the room.
"Subordinate Sheldon Casey, I greet the esteemed Dave and Bartley Hawthorne!"
Sheldon Casey excitedly knelt on the ground, watching the approaching crowd draw closer.
The entire Star of the Prosperous Age Hotel was filled with an atmosphere of joy.
A grand red wedding palanquin!
A wedding procession!
And the ever-growing sound of the suona!
At the forefront were two masked people with blades.