Three-Story Boudoir, Yin-Yang Harmonious Union

Zhu Zi'an appeared on the third floor of the Jet-Black Treasure Pagoda, wrapped in a beam of Golden Light.

Yet after waiting for a long time, nothing happened. He frowned in confusion.

He had originally intended to sit cross-legged and wait for the trial as before, but upon thinking it over, he found that to be a waste of time. So he stood back up and surveyed his surroundings.

The third floor was furnished in an antique style, complete with tables, chairs, stools, a bed, a dressing table, and everything else.

"How does this look like a trial ground? It looks more like a woman's boudoir."

It truly was a boudoir. The air was even filled with the faint fragrance of a woman's rouge and powder.

Zhu Zi'an walked over to the bed and sat down. When his palm touched it, he froze.

"Hm? Why is it warm?"

There was still residual warmth on the bed, as if a woman had only recently risen and left.

He abruptly stood up and swept his gaze around, then suddenly spotted a hidden door not far away.

"Damn, why would there be a hidden door inside the tower? Is this really a woman's boudoir?"

Just as he was pondering this, the voices of two women suddenly came from beyond the hidden door.

"Master really is something else. Going off alone like that—how could he bear to leave us behind?"

"Exactly. When has our Yin Yang Harmonious Union Sect ever not moved out in full force? When have we ever acted alone?"

"I heard Great Xia produced someone with a special physique, something called the Saint Yang Body. Master must have taken a fancy to him."

"Is Master planning to keep him all to himself?"

"Possibly. Sigh... I only hope he kidnaps that boy