The man in the violet robe stood tall and lean, towering over nine feet high.0

Beside him, Feng Yao seemed petite and charming.0

He bore a pair of violet dragon horns on his head, shimmering with phosphorescent light that matched the violet Corona above him, giving him an ethereal presence.0

Unlike the rough black-armored guards, his features were handsome despite his burly frame, with a firm expression that was pleasing to the eye. His voice was deep and magnetic, alluring to the ear.0

His violet dragon robe glimmered with flowing light—clearly an exceptional celestial garment.0

"I am Long Qinyang. May I ask your names?" the young man in the violet dragon robe asked warmly.0

"We're just ordinary customers, buying wine and paying the bill. Names aren't important," Yun Xiao replied.0

Long Qinyang smiled slightly. "What you say is true, my friend. Earlier, the reception boys of our Southern Divine Dragon Cellar had poor attitudes and spoiled your enjoyment. On behalf of the Cellar, I apologize to you both. If you still wish to buy wine, I will personally serve you as a token of apology."0

Each of these black-armored guards were as robust...0