At dusk, the setting sun cast a gentle golden veil over the world, making it appear clear yet mysterious.
At this moment, the vast Youmeng Tower, except for the two guests on the top floor, astonishingly had no other people.
This largest tavern in Zeyang City, which usually harbored countless dreams, had chosen under the influence of the purple-haired girl to clear the venue.
"This humble Taoist is late, I hope Daoist Lin Luo can forgive me."
Yi Chen climbed the stairs, his gaze slowly lifting to meet a pair of jade feet in brocade shoes beneath the hem of a purple dress, which instantly caught his eye.
The arch of the feet was elegantly curved, the calves slightly slender, the thighs fuller, with the same purple stockings, and a black Warring States robe, trimmed with golden cloud patterns, luxurious yet understated.
