Once inside a grand hall with no dome above, a few radiant red maple pavilions stood tall, adding a touch of bright color to the otherwise grayish-green hues of the Dragon Girl Palace.
Of course, no matter how colorful these indoor maples were, they couldn't compare to the elegant women of the Dragon Shepherds who sat upright throughout the grand hall, their bright attire shimmering. Even in the slightly cool season, they wrapped their fair and supple shoulders in nothing but soft silk…
Zhu Minglang glanced around and his mood suddenly brightened. Beautiful things were always like that, capable of making one forget the petty worries of life.
Yun Zhonghe's eyes went wide, but he still pretended to be worldly and experienced.
"Just a row of young dragon girls sitting there, at the Yaoshan Sword Sect... I really haven't seen much of it, mainly because the disciples of the Yaoshan Sword Sect dress too plainly."
