A middle-aged man in a brocade robe hurriedly descended the stairs, a golden badge symbolizing the manager of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion pinned to his chest.

The manager's gaze swept over the crowd, and upon seeing the emblem of the Lingxiao Sect on their chests, his pupils suddenly contracted. When he saw Chu Xian at the forefront, his eyes widened even more!

"Ladies and gentlemen, our establishment is open for business, and it's not good to see blood."

"My apologies, Young Master Li, but the top floor has already been reserved by this esteemed guest. You arrived a step too late."