In the eyes of those from the True Martial Dao Sect, Qing Yu, who had met a miserable fate, now sat leisurely, with all limbs intact, fanning himself, watching the play unfold.
This was inside the most famous Lingxian Pavilion of Tianyue Workshop.
At this moment, Lingxian Pavilion was soliciting patrons for tonight's esteemed position beside the Oiran.
Of course, as a place highly praised by scholars as a locale of elegance, here at Lingxian Pavilion, becoming the distinguished guest of the night required not money, but talent.
"I drink and laugh heartily, lost in inebriation, where would I find the time for sorrow?
Recently I've begun to find the ancient scriptures unbelievable, for none seems true.
Last night I collapsed drunk by a pine tree, and asked the pine how my drunken state was.
I almost believed the pine would come to steady me, but with a push of my hand, I told it to be gone!"
