Making Conversation

At that moment, Xiang Yang half-supported You Man. With a sweep of his hand, he scattered the man's long hair, letting it cover his face and conceal the bloodstains.

At the same time, he brought him to a secluded corner of the hall. With a backward flick, he stripped off the man's outer robe, revealing the white clothes beneath.

He also removed rings and other ornaments that could reveal his identity. Xiang Yang even shattered his boots with true qi. He had been cautious to the utmost.

Thus, the two staggered toward the main doors, looking for all the world like drunks who had overindulged in wine and women, supporting one another as they walked.

There were plenty of people like that. The first-floor hall of the main building held at least a hundred men and women, so they did not stand out at all.

As they were leaving, the tortoise servant at the entrance thoughtfully helped lift their feet over the threshold. The service was impeccable, and Xiang Yang could not help sighing that not just anyone could make a living in this trade.

Inside and outside the doors seemed like two separate worlds. Within, lanterns glimmered dimly, the atmosphere blazed hot, and the decadent air of men and women lingered without end.

Outside, though carriages and horses streamed along the streets, a cool breeze blew in waves, clearing one's head and making everything seem more real.

Most of those competing for Top Courtesan Cai Feng had brought servants or carriages to wait for them. You Man's thirty guards were especially conspicuous, staring brightly at the entrance and faithfully carrying out their duty.

Xiang Yang dragged You Man, stripped down to nothing but his underclothes, out through the doors. The two guards at the front merely glanced at him