By the time Lex returned to his office, a new day had already started. He could once again allocate more brain power to deciding how to develop the Inn, and he certainly had a number of things that required such attention.

The first thing he did was look at his system. He needed to figure out a way to send his taverns to other realms even through the lockdown. Fortunately, he already had a hint as to how he could accomplish that. Long ago, he'd received information from his system about how to get better, more in depth control over the system's teleportation abilities.

This was something he had put off, mainly because he was too occupied with other things. Now that he literally had no choice, he was forced to stop procrastinating. Who said cultivators couldn't procrastinate?

As usual, getting something from the system would involve triggering and completing a quest. The reason for procrastination this time was just how tedious this quest would be.

The Midnight Inn was growing and expanding in all sorts of ways. The taverns, which were recently upgraded - in a very opportune moment actually - were one example of how the Inn was growing.

The taverns also constituted Inn territory, and could connect to one another as well as the main realm. The actual territory of the Inn itself inside the Midnight Realm might also be expanded by Lex soon in anticipation of even more guests in the future.

One other way in which the Inn could expand was to cut off a territory, or space, of the Inn and make it mobile via various means. This was something Lex personally would never have thought of himself owing to the fact that the

taverns more or less accomplished this on their own.

However, since this was the way to unlock better space controls - at least according to the system - then surely there was some reason behind it. Whatever the case, triggering the quest should be simple enough. Completing it would be the issue, especially since his main body wasn't here.

He could use his clone to help out, but he didn't want anyone to know about the clone's presence just yet, so this would be a true test for his workers.

Lex tapped on his table as he planned everything out in detail, before finally transmitting the task to the Planning Division. For once, they didn't need to plan anything out. They just needed to oversee the meticulous and multitiered plan without issue.

Within a large, crystal highrise inside a city called Pink Blossom city, Hera sat at her table in a tan colored suit, working on a document. The Planning Division had recently accepted a commission for a massive and unbelievably lavish private abode within the Inn.

Now, technically the Inn did not allow private property holding, or permanent guests inside the Inn just yet. Thus, when the commission was accepted, some terms were changed. All of that had naturally been done by the Innkeeper's office, and was none of Hera's concern - thank the Innkeeper for that.

In essence, the issue was that there were two pure blooded dragons, one a Heaven Immortal and one a Celestial Immortal, who were trapped inside the Inn once it was sealed. Fortunately, though the transport in and out of the Inn were sealed, access to one's private wealth was not prevented to guests. Thus, the two dragons anticipating a long-term stay inside the Inn, decided to build a proper Dragons lair befitting their status. They drew up the plans for the lair, as well as the requirements, and submitted it to the Inn via the Guild room.

The Innkeeper's office naturally took notice of the commission, and after going over it, decided to accept. But the dragons were not charged for the commission. In fact, the Inn stated that it was their duty to accommodate their guests which is why they would build the lair on their own expenses.

However, if the dragons wanted to contribute in terms of materials or certain rare resources to the construction of the lair, it would be taken as an advance for their rent when the lair was actually made. Moreover, they would get a permanent 50% discount for the rest of their lives when renting out the dragon's lair if their contributions reached a certain amount.

Unfortunately for Hera, the plans for the lair submitted were not thorough enough. They were more like an outline rather than a detailed blueprint of what to make, so the task of completing a sufficiently prestigious design for the lair fell upon the Planning Division.

This was both a very stressful task to take upon, as well as an incredibly rewarding one. In fact, Hera had a feeling that if she completed this task properly, she would unlock a new path to her cultivation. She could feel it in her bones.

It was in the midst of this that she received another, new notification. Another task, and a rather urgent one, had been forwarded to their division. She read the details, and then paused for a moment.

Since she hadn't specifically been assigned this task, she could pass it on to someone else. However, considering the urgency and importance of this task, she could not just give it to someone inexperienced. After considering the best option for a moment, she called in her assistant, and conjured up a file containing all the instructions given for this new task.

"Pass this on to Mr. Zen. He will be the lead on this. Also alert the Starcloak family - their involvement has been directly requested by the Innkeeper," she said.

The assistant, upon hearing that the orders came directly from the Innkeeper, jumped in surprise and immediately grabbed the file and broke into a run. She could not contain her excitement! Since she was a new hire, and one that was recruited externally rather than being from one of the workers that came from the Inn itself, this would be her first time possibly interacting with the Innkeeper. She looked forward to it.

In a nearby office, a six feet wide terracotta flowering pot was placed directly in the sunlight, packed with the most fertile soil found inside the entire Inn. The top layer of soil across the entire pot was bare, except right in the middle which contained a small patch of green grass, barely growing a couple of inches tall.

The patch of grass seemed to blow in the gentle breeze caused by the internal air conditioning of the office, until that is, someone knocked on the door.

"Mr. Zen, I have orders from the Innkeeper," called out the assistant from the outside. A moment later, the patch of grass came together, intertwining to take on a humanoid shape.