Chapter 232

On the floating peak of Shangri-la, there were numerous people settled down on high-end chairs made out of the purest red gold ever refined. The skin of real-life wild cats that were hand woven were sewn about the chairs, serving as resting pads and the main places where the bum would rest.

There were several men of dignity positioned in thoughtful patterns across the space. The sight was so beautiful and opulent.

Each of the dignitaries present at that place had a red feather at the top of their hats; each person had a hat on.

irrespective of whatever you are wearing, there was a hat to match, and on top of each person's hat was a red feather. The invite!

The red feather was the pass for each of the persons that was present on the Peak.

The feather looked very rare. It looked to have been plucked from the wings of a Phoenix or several Phoenix.

Although the color was red, yet there was this subtle highlight of yellow that made it seem as though it was multicolored. But the truth w