A Jar of Wine, A Beating Heart
"Whitelist Restaurant?" Harry Taylor stopped before the towering entrance, his footsteps unconsciously slowing.
The plaque above the door gleamed beneath the afternoon sun, its gold-lettered characters shimmering against dark sandalwood. The building rose three stories high, carved beams and painted rafters displaying wealth without restraint. Incense drifted faintly from within, blending with the aroma of roasted meat and aged wine.
This was one of the most prestigious restaurants in Ashford City.
The owner of this restaurant was a King Realm expert with five stars. Because of that alone, the place had long become neutral ground for the city's powerful households. No one dared cause trouble here. Nobles, merchants, cultivators—everyone gathered under this roof.
Harry used to love coming here.
