Night fell.
Zone A was ablaze with lights.
After Lü Xin's matter was resolved, the Twelve Cities returned to their bustling prosperity, as if nothing had ever happened.
Yuan Liang was hosting the banquet at the Snake Barrel's clubhouse again, though in a different private room this time.
An identification number was carved beside the room's door. The interior was exceptionally luxurious, with motes of light floating in mid-air, making it seem as if the stars were within arm's reach.
Someone looked around the room and said in shock, "Not bad, Old Yuan! You actually managed to book A-01! Isn't this room reserved for the clubhouse owner? Last time, even Qin—I mean, the Ninth Prince couldn't get it. You've got some serious pull!"
Yuan Liang looked a bit embarrassed by the comment and glanced at his secretary.
The secretary said, "The rooms here are always hard to book. I just told the manager we didn't want the same room as last time... I didn't expect them to give us this one."
