Immortal Brew Tower.
Carved redwood beams, the aroma of wine permeating the air, the vermilion tables and chairs illuminated by hundreds of intricately carved Everlasting Lamps overhead, reflecting a subtle elegance.
Female cultivators dressed in open-front spruce robes shuttle back and forth, greeting guests with graceful courtesies, exuding charm, their eyes brimming with warmth.
"Wow, is this the Immortal Brew Tower? Why does it feel like a place of ill repute?"
Xu Caihe was like a curious child, unable to take it all in with her eyes.
"Why the air of worldliness?"
Xia Qinglian also furrowed her delicate brows, clearly disliking the style of this place.
"Saintess Xia, rest assured, the Immortal Brew Tower only sells wine, not allure. Although these attendants are women, they keep themselves clean and will not act indecently towards your husband."
