Hall.
The once-bustling hall was now left with a few brave souls, hiding in the corner and peeking secretly.
"You little brats, don't run, hahaha...! Such cowards, ugh... ugh... ugh..."
Celestial Master Zhang, drunk, sprawled on the chair, mumbling curses to himself.
A few attendants were watching nearby, not daring to approach him. They knew Celestial Master Zhang was in a bad mood today. Whoever approached would be unlucky, and they didn't want bad luck. They just stood there quietly watching, hoping nothing happened to Celestial Master Zhang.
Suddenly, Celestial Master Zhang staggered to his feet and began to sway towards the private rooms.
The thugs panicked; the private rooms were full of distinguished guests. If disrupted, today's losses would be huge!
But the other party was the Heavenly Master and a favorite of The Emperor's side, so they dared not approach, but only hid at a distance, worrying and fearing the Owner would blame them and dock their wages.
