The four of them arrived in Skyhawk City just as dawn broke. There weren't many pedestrians on the streets, but there were quite a few breakfast shops with a few scattered customers inside. Business didn't seem to be doing well.
In the Divine Realm, eating wasn't a matter of hunger, but a display of status, identity, and the enjoyment of life's privileges.
So, don't underestimate a simple breakfast—it could be shockingly expensive.
It's fair to say that if the food wasn't up to par, restaurants in the Divine Realm would have closed down long ago, given the discerning tastes of the Divine.
The four of them entered one such shop, but before they could even warm their seats, they were surrounded by several people.
"You lot, get out of here now," one of them said.
"Just because you tell us to leave, we should? And who do you think you are?" Wen Tianming responded. Someone of his status wouldn't bother with ordinary folk.
