Although technically a corporate establishment, the reception areas of the Five-Color Pavilion branches almost always resembled restaurants.
And the main branch, founded tens of thousands of years ago and carved by the Gold King himself, was no different.
Surrounding the huge mansion that served as a shelter for the main leaders, heirs, and managers of the Five Colors Pavilion was a vast courtyard, bordered by cherry trees that cast pleasant shadows under the midday sun.
Under each cherry tree, there was a table and chairs, where managers and high-ranking officials of the pavilion chatted with customers, drinking tea leisurely.
Their voices were obscured by sound suppression arrays, and they didn't even seem to notice what was happening outside.
Watching all this, Qingyi couldn't help but be impressed, his eyes falling on a group of children running around a lake of spirit carp.
Those were probably the youngest descendants of the Gold King.
