TarTar Restaurant is one of the top upscale dining establishments in the New Covenant County. Reservations and wait times alone do not fully reflect its upscale status—it is open exclusively to members. Membership fees amount to 20,000 federal currency units. Located on the top floor of the Man Island Financial Tower, it is a large revolving restaurant offering panoramic views of the entire Man Island skyline throughout the evening. As a result, it is particularly favored by senior executives and serves as a go-to choice for dates and business dinners. In comparison, the quality of the food is secondary—after all, what wealthy individuals haven't enjoyed as fine cuisine? What matters most is access and prestige. A black sedan is parked beneath the Financial Tower, and the concierge automatically approaches to open the guest’s car door. Zhang Yuanqing steps out of the vehicle, dressed in a sharp suit, with Hongji Ge following closely behind—ordinary in appearance and build, yet physically strong. The two walk into the Financial Tower side by side, with Hongji Ge appearing almost like a bodyguard. "He's heard the restaurant's got a real monkey-level charisma," Red Chicken said with excitement in the elevator. "If we take Niu here for dinner, she'll be able to do her own thing all night." "Have you recently been riding the Night-Reflecting Jade Lion or the Wu Zui Horse?" Zhang Yuanqing asked casually. "Bone-penetrating Dragon!" Red Chicken chuckled. A cycle of aesthetics? Zhang Yuanqing nodded once, said nothing, and watched the elevator numbers change rapidly, climbing upward. Today, he had come as the Celestial Master, disguised as the God of Spring, to meet by chance at the restaurant. Since he was dining there, he naturally needed to bring along a friend of the God of Spring—few people would come alone to such a refined restaurant, as it would seem too intentional. That's why Zhang Yuanqing had ultimately chosen Red Chicken. First, Red Chicken was ordinary enough not to overshadow the God of Spring, whose appearance was already quite distinguished, and the same could be said for the Lord of the Heavenly Fire and the Lord of Zhao. Second, Red Chicken was simple and not overly talkative. When he was told he was coming to eat, he genuinely believed In the eyes of the Hunters' Guild, Juming is simply a disguise of the Celestial Master, and Hongji is a helper of the Celestial Master, so it's nothing remarkable for a Level-6 Dream-Weaver to assist a companion with a disguise. To Tanca, however, Juming is truly Juming, and Hongji is truly Hongji. "Ding!" The elevator doors open, and they've reached the top floor. Zhang Yuanqing walks toward the counter at the restaurant entrance, removes a card made of black material with silver-edged trim, and says, "A table has been reserved!" The membership card was given to him by Katharine, and the table reservation was arranged by Katharine's staff. In this capital-driven nation, the difference between orderly and chaotic organizations lies only in the former's ability to access official resources. As for non-official resources, chaotic organizations are no less capable than orderly ones. Unlike the chaotic organization in the second district, which must always proceed with caution and secrecy, they operate with greater confidence and openness. The blonde server in a wine-red women's suit took the membership card, swiped it on the machine, verified the details, and then smiled sweetly and politely: "Mr. Smith, please follow me!" The two followed the server into the rotating hall and settled at table A203 by the window on the left. Red Chicken hurriedly opened the menu, glanced at the English version, and then decisively tossed it to Zhang Yuanqing: "You order for me, and while you're at it, could you check if they have hot rice noodles, white-braised chicken, and fresh chicken soup?" Zhang Yuanqing replied directly: "How about a few sashimi?" "Sashimi is fine—fresh sashimi!" Red Chicken agreed. Unfortunately, there's no abalone sashimi here—otherwise, I'd have ordered that—Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself. He called over the server, placed several orders, and then, once the server had stepped away, he pulled out his phone and sent a message to Anne: "I've arrived at TarTar Restaurant, at table A203." ... The interior of the restaurant, Room 3. Dana Caroline sat by the window, savoring the snow crab delicately disassembled by the female server. The soft, rosy lips, glistening with oil and radiating a lustrous sheen, seemed almost irresistible—she wanted to gently suck and draw the essence from them. The dining room was modest, featuring a circular table seating only six or seven. The guests seated at the table were all close confidants of Dana’s, chosen not only for their devotion but also for their exceptional beauty. Anne was among them. Anne had been a trusted aide of Ambassador Diana of the Goddess Association’s headquarters, but since arriving in the New Covenant County, she had swiftly earned Dana’s trust and admiration, becoming an indispensable companion. As long as they don't go mad and sack the city, they can just go into hiding for a while, gradually rebuilding their moral standing—and emerge once again as a true hero. But those in the realm of passion—especially passion-tier champions—don't face such difficulties. Only half-gods can endure the pain of killing someone of Donna's caliber. Yet, with the dignity of a half-god, would they truly care about a mere champion, unless it were a personal grudge? A golden-haired lady smiled gently,掩嘴 said, "Is the Chairman missing Executive Shawn? He's not traveling, but you can visit him at the Department of Divine Judgment." Donna smiled, said nothing, and then turned to Anne, smiling warmly, "I spoke with Minister Diana a few days ago, and only then did I learn that your service clients in China are the Primordial Deity." The women at the table were all taken aback, then exchanged a mixture of admiration and pity with glances toward Anne. Anne's expression dimmed, and she murmured softly, "Chairman, he has already returned to the spiritual realm. Please, don't mention him anymore." She looked as though, "That deadbeat is my true love—any mention of him from you will just pierce my heart." Tangna had intended to ask more about Yuan Shi Tian Zun, but seeing her expression, she decided against pressing further, merely sighed, "Since ancient times, heroes have often met with unfortunate fates. It's a pity—Yuan Shi Tian Zun was a true prodigy with half-divine potential. The last one to show such talent was the Magistrate King." Both were world-class prodigies once nurtured by the Goddess Association—this was different from simply being close to a powerful figure. Such individuals, built up from lower ranks, carried a level of trust and intimacy with the organization that surpassed those who merely sought to align themselves with established powerhouses. Unfortunately, both the Magistrate King and Yuan Shi Tian Zun have now returned to the Spiritual Realm. Tangna lifted her highball glass, took a sip, and then asked, "Has Meng Mang reached out to you recently? I remember at the last dinner, you seemed particularly drawn to him." On hearing this, Annie sighed with a touch of resignation, "I've tried reaching out to him, but either he Of course, he might simply be a man of clean habits and integrity. These words were deliberately spoken to Tang Na, as Tang Na clearly favors reserved, understated men and is often dismissive of flamboyant or experienced romantic figures. A young, modest, and principled man would surely appeal to Tang Na’s tastes. Indeed, although Tang Na has many lovers, she still holds a special fondness for young, unexperienced men—much like the well-established gentlemen who, throughout their lives, remain enchanted by eighteen-year-old girls. In the afternoon, she received a directive from Yuan Shi: help me win over Tang Na! At that moment, Anni’s heart nearly shattered. Yuan Shi had assured her it was merely a temporary arrangement—how could anyone resist Tang Na’s charm? Yet Anni could not ignore Yuan Shi’s command, as it was both an official directive from headquarters and a reflection of her firm determination to align herself with Yuan Shi. Thus, she tightened her resolve, composed herself, and with a tearful glance, donned her hat. Indeed, upon hearing Anne's words, Tanah's starry eyes sparkled brightly. "I didn't expect him to be so reserved. Isn't he a Wood Spirit? I remember Wood Spirits generally have a strong desire for reproduction." "Wood Spirits are indeed like that," one of the blonde women nodded. "When I was still an extraordinary being, I had the opportunity to meet the Flower Prince of the Five Elements Alliance. He kept me awake from night until dawn—those days, I had to lean on walls just to walk." The other woman with black hair chuckled. "Did he ever pay you a sufficient price?" The blonde woman shook her head, expressing regret. "At the time, he was a Saint, and I was still an extraordinary being. We couldn't bridge the gap in our realms to make him pay a price. However, he did gift me many things." Anne patiently waited for her two colleagues to finish before explaining to Tanah: "Wood Spirits come in many personalities. While a strong desire for reproduction is common among them, there are also passionate and lively ones, quiet and reserved ones, and honest and shy ones—much like different plants possessing distinct qualities." "Tangna suddenly had it all clear and added, 'Juming is an exceptionally talented young associate. Though he has been relatively unknown until now and hasn't shown outstanding abilities in previous campaign expeditions, his actual strength far exceeds expectations—especially in combat. While he still falls short of Yuanshǐ Tianzun and the Magician King at present, his future potential is clearly promising. Since he has no interest in you, I'll invite him to visit our branch tomorrow.' Anni sighed with mild displeasure—implying that, since she herself isn't up to the mark, it's no surprise that Tangna isn't either. At that moment, Anni's phone on the table rang. She picked it up calmly, checked the message, then put it down and continued chatting with her colleagues and the president. Until a female colleague entered the restroom in the private dining area, Anni also stood up and said, 'President, I'll take a quick trip to the restroom.' "Since the restroom in the private room was already occupied, she now had a reason to leave and walk through the corridor to the revolving restaurant. As soon as she glanced around, she spotted Mr. Yuan Shi by the large floor-to-ceiling windows. Undetected, she continued on, entered the restaurant's public restroom, washed her hands briefly, and then returned to the private room." "President Tang, guess who I saw just now?" Anne smiled with a subtle charm. Tang was momentarily intrigued: "One of my friends?" By "friends," she meant her lover. Anne shook her head and leaned in close, smiling warmly: "It was Gu Qu Mang!"