Ye Ling and the others left the Silk Love Club, and though Mo Xing's head wasn't smashed in, it had swelled into a large bump.
"Tsk tsk, that's just my rotten luck, how could that lamp happen to fall right on my head? Let's go, go take a bath to wash away this bad luck."
Mo Xing floored the gas pedal, and the Jeep roared as it sped off into the distance.
Outside the Silk Love Club, Mo Siqing watched everyone leave thoughtfully, a strange brilliance flashing in her enchanting eyes. Was that person truly a cultivator?
Entering the lavish Golden Splendor Bathhouse, Ye Ling and his group parked their vehicle in the parking lot. The four got out of the car and entered the bathhouse, known for its fine reputation in the Imperial Capital.
Inside the reception hall, a slightly plump man was scolding a service worker. Upon seeing Mo Xing and Ye Wudao, he seemed to remember something.
