The tavern was adjacent to the Gambling Stone Workshop, and business was booming. Those who frequented the place were either cultivators or stone gamblers, all of them lavish spenders.
By a window on the second floor sat a man in green, no more than twenty-one or twenty-two years old. He had fair skin and a delicate, somewhat effeminate air, lacking in masculine vigor. This was clearly a disciple from a noble family. Beside him, two young women attentively served him wine and food. He took a sip of wine and remarked, "He was able to burn the Ji Family's Grand Elder to death not because his cultivation base was world-shattering, but because the prominent figures of the Ji Family were caught unprepared and perished when that terrifying flame he'd collected touched them. Without that flame, he's nothing."
"Brother, you're exaggerating," someone nearby disagreed. "But regardless, the young man did burn a prominent figure to death, which is certainly no simple feat."
