In the attic of the rear courtyard of Ten Thousand Beasts Hall, in the grand hall.
A beautiful woman in red is seated on a chair, her expression cold, her eyes glowing like torches. On her left stood a middle-aged man exuding dignity, and on her right was an old man with a long beard.
"Uncle, where did you go earlier?"
She examined him for a while before speaking, her tone was as if she was making small talk, but it also seemed like an interrogation.
The middle-aged man in a robe chuckled, "Hong Qiu, you must also know that our Ten Thousand Beasts Hall business is always booming. It's inevitable for me to mosey around Taotie City for social purposes. You came so suddenly, I just received the news and rushed back."
A wind came through the hall, causing the candle flames to flicker.
"Oh, our beast hall business is booming?" The red-clad woman gave a light start, "why then does the harvest you've submitted become less and less over the years?"
