Sounds of music accompanied by drumbeats filled the Hidden Sword Pavilion, amidst which, several thousand patrons were merry-making and drinking to their heart's content. Wu Qi was leaning against a soft couch, while having his divine will nimbly and stealthily penetrate through the shabby restrictive spells deployed at the few rooms on the top floor, eavesdropping on their conversations. But too bad, what he heard were only soft and pleasant whispers of girls, while the three Princes did not converse anything serious with the people around them. Wu Qi listened to them for some while, and he felt it was meaningless to continue, so he shook his head and retracted his divine will.