From what Max could sense, each floor was vastly more luxurious than the one before it. The lower floors had a warm golden ambiance and relaxing music meant to calm newcomers. The middle levels were extravagant, brimming with rare spiritual instruments and waiters who looked more like sword cultivators than staff.
But the ninth floor—well, that was something else. From the base, he could already feel a refined pressure leaking from the top, subtle but real. Only those with strength, status, or terrifying potential could even dream of stepping foot there.
Apparently, Lyra had not only reserved a room on the ninth floor, but had done so without hesitation. Max couldn't help but smile slightly.
"This woman really doesn't play around." He straightened his back and made his way toward the glowing lift platform, ready to see what awaited him on the highest floor of the restaurant that was anything but just a restaurant.