A night banquet in a splendid hall, flutes and songs drifting through the haze of drunkenness, graceful figures swaying.
Gauze curtains gently swayed, candlelight flickering. Carved beams and painted rafters had been decorated with exquisite care; calling this mountain estate a prince's manor would not have been an exaggeration. Lifelike erotic paintings hung on the walls, the painter's skill so masterful that every figure's body seemed almost alive. A true talent indeed.
Many people filled the main hall, all of them scantily clad, bewitching women. Every movement spoke of temptation.
Bronze cranes held candles in their beaks, luxurious screens stood about, and soft carpets covered the floor. Every furnishing in the house proclaimed its extravagance. This was neither an illusion nor a spell, but genuine lavish decoration.
The night banquet was drunk on spring's beauty, flutes, songs, and seductive dances stirring hearts.
Bai Yujun carried Hengdao over her shoulder and found herself a seat, a blade of grass hanging from her mouth as she sneered. The seductive women hurriedly made room for her in alarm.
"Tch~"
She curled her lip and sat down in a slovenly manner. The food on the low table was all made from burnt paper offerings. Living people could not eat it; stuffing it into one's mouth would only leave it full of paper ash and easily bring bad luck.
Old Hui Xian sat down and placed the bamboo basket beside him.
The cobra wearing the bamboo basket on its head slammed into a pillar with a bang, then turned and crashed into a table. Stumbling and weaving, it slithered to Old Hui Xian's side and coiled itself up, constantly shaking its head. It was probably hoping Hui Xian would take the basket off.
Five or six sexy, seductive women surrounded Hui Xian, leaving Bai Yujun