The Golden Glass Inn gleamed like a polished gem under the lights. Inside, laughter flowed, and the scent of exotic incense mingled with the aura of powerful cultivators. Elegant robed men and veiled women from prominent sects lounged in gold-laced chambers, their guards positioned like idle statues.
Unknown to everyone in the inn, a dark, hooded figure stood at the top of the grand building like a majestic specter.
Ace silently sensed with his Law Thief Sense's passive Spirit Sense, before he finally opened his eyes, '1032 targets' and the weakest of them are Ascension Grand Generals, while the strongest is a peak Ascension General.'
He narrowed his eyes slightly as he revisited his plan.
'This entire inn is around 2800 square meters, which is more than enough for the ten-mile radius range of the Night Collapse Travesty. Good thing there is not a Lord present in this inn, or he might discover the effect of the Night Collapse Travesty…'
