"Senior Brother Feng is right!" Mo Hua nodded and beckoned to call over the waiter. He pointed toward the stage at the cultivator dressed as a woman:
"I want 'her' to join me for a drink!"
The waiter hesitated, looked at Mo Hua with renewed respect, then went up and summoned that "woman" down.
The "woman," realizing she had been "roll-called," looked somewhat flustered.
The waiter pointed at the three members of Mo Hua's party. The "woman" narrowed her gaze and then, with her head bowed submissively, began walking towards them, though her steps gradually slowed.
Mo Hua said, "He's going to run..."
Ouyang Feng immediately dashed forward, stretched out a large hand, and tried to capture the "woman."
But the "woman" was prepared and retreated rapidly with a movement technique that emitted faint golden light.
Ouyang Feng failed to catch her and continued to pursue her, but he was blocked by a stranger.
The man, with a frivolous smile, said,
