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Behold Dong'an City once more.
Inside Drunken Moon Tower, amid the pleasant scenery of the afternoon, music drifted gracefully from all corners.
Sun Yingying had reverted to her usual disguise, donned in her tube-top gown and wielding a palace fan, she gently waved the fan by the window, gazing out with a distant look in her eyes.
She sighed softly, uttering a verse of sorrowful poetry.
"Truly, the worldly love and luxury are endless, as are the grudges and grievances of the human race."
A mocking voice came from beside her, "Sister Yingying, are you... smitten with a romantic suitor?"
Sun Yingying turned to the beautiful speaker, smiling, "Just fancy these lines, if I were to fall for someone, which male cultivator could withstand it?"
Several beauties of Drunken Moon Tower chimed in agreement.
"Indeed, indeed!"
"Sister Yingying, we want to go out and stroll through the streets."
