At the foot of Qionghua Mountain, a bustling street market unfolds.
Falling Immortal Pavilion, symbolizing fairies descending into the mortal world. Each attendant within these lofted chambers is a cultivator, exclusively catering to elite clientele. Ordinary folk, even if they possess silver, are not granted entry.
Guided by the brothel madam, Tianrui, clad in black, walked expressionlessly among the chirping and chattering throng.
Ultimately,
the two halted at the door of a chamber on the top floor of the pavilion.
The full-figured madam bowed to the black-clad youth before her:
"Saint Heir, Mister Shen is waiting for you inside."
Tianrui glanced at her with a voice devoid of emotion, his golden eyes turning, as if he were a descended deity:
"I know, leave."
"Yes." The madam bowed slightly, took two steps back, and turned to leave.
Standing at the door for two seconds, a voice came through directly from behind the door:
