From the staircase on the second floor, a voluptuous woman in her 30s emerged, gracefully maintaining her appearance despite her age.
Her burgundy-colored long hair fell in loose waves on both sides of her carefully dressed in a red gown, wrapped around tightly, accentuating her feminine curves.
She walked down the stairs, her face adorned with a slight smile.
"The City Lord of Lyss City must be unwell," Fang Hao thought, ruminating on the appearance of the slowly descending City Lord's wife, concluding with a sense of certainty.
But that didn't seem right.
With potions available to improve physical health and Lyss City being large, acquiring some should not be a problem to maintain her health.
In that case, the City Lord seems to be enjoying a life of luxury.
"Has everyone arrived?" asked the City Lord's wife.
She scanned the crowd, her gaze ultimately settling on Fang Hao in the corner.
All of them had their heads bowed, except for him who was staring straight at her.
