Zhang Yu had just reached the entrance of the Spiritual Spring Hotel when a scantily clad woman greeted him with a bright smile.
"Young man, come inside quickly, you've really got an eye for quality. Our girls here are all wonderfully delightful; you're sure to like them," the woman said cheerily.
Zhang Yu shook his head awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I think I am here for the Spiritual Spring Battle. It seems like I have the wrong place."
On hearing Zhang Yu's words, the woman quickly clung to his arm, "No, no, you're in the right place. Today's event is the Spiritual Spring Battle."
At this moment the woman called out, "Girls, quickly bring this gentleman inside."
As her words fell, a few seductive women almost dragged Zhang Yu inside.
"Aren't you here for the Spiritual Spring Battle? It's right inside," the woman whispered mysteriously after pulling Zhang Yu into the room.
