Her back was drenched in a cold sweat, the beads of perspiration betraying the inner fear that gripped her. She knew that the guard's cultivation base was not weaker than hers, and it became apparent that these guests must possess a background so terrifying that she dare not offend them.
"Lead the way," she said, her voice tinged with apprehension.
As they entered the building, they were greeted by a vast hall that matched his expectations. The walls were adorned with excessive decorations, creating an atmosphere that was warm and exotic, as if it could sway the minds of those within, evoking desires for the opposite sex.
At some of the tables, a rounded arrangement caught their attention. Five girls accompanied a rather portly man, and it gave the place the semblance of a brothel rather than an inn.
