C1390 Iron Teeth Reflection of the Spring and Autumn

The headquarters of the Ebonthorn Martial Pavilion might not have been the epitome of opulence, but the red tiles and red paintwork exuded a classical and substantial aura befitting an establishment of its longstanding reputation.

Chu Lin took a sip of his drink and let his eyes wander across the bustling tavern. With a constant stream of patrons, the place was a hive of activity