A sonorous voice arose from within the door; the mysterious master seemingly sensed uninvited guests approaching and invited the three to enter.
"Let's go in,"
Su Changkong didn't hesitate and pushed the door open.
In the spacious room where lamplight flickered, a group of stunning dancing girls moved gracefully, but Su Changkong and his companions paid no attention to them, focusing instead on a huge reclining chair at the center.
On that massive reclining chair, a majestic warrior in his thirties was lounging comfortably. With thick eyebrows and large eyes, his rugged face revealed an air of determination, as if accustomed to charging into the fray, unmatched as a martial artist—a glance was all it took to see he was no ordinary man.
Despite seemingly lost in drinking and pleasure, he was clad in a set of thick, dark-red armor. On his knees sat delicate beauties, one on each side.
