"Yo! Look at this incomparably handsome young master!"
Just as Shen Fan raised his foot to step into the Red Jade Brothel, the madam called out at the top of her lungs, swaying her waist as she came forward with a smile plastered across her face.
"Young master must be a distinguished disciple of the Heavenly Xuan Sect, right? The path of cultivation stretches on without end. After decades of bitter cultivation, day in and day out, you should find some pleasure and relax! A little moderation is greatly beneficial to cultivation!"
With that, the madam wrapped herself around Shen Fan's arm without another word and half-pushed, half-pulled him into the brothel.
The moment he entered, four or five women dressed in dazzling finery and brimming with charm swarmed over like a flock of colorful butterflies, surrounding Shen Fan as sweet voices chirped endlessly around him.
A fragrant breeze washed over Shen Fan, stirring his heart. The lively scene before him instantly brought back beautiful memories of his days in the mortal world.
Yet before Shen Fan could say a word, the madam pulled him straight up to the second floor and stopped before a room.
When the door opened, a proprietress named Wan'er sat elegantly at the table, leisurely sipping fragrant tea.
"Young master truly is Old Man Duan's grandson!"
The door closed with a creak. A seductive smile played at Wan'er's lips as she slowly rose and pressed her graceful figure toward Shen Fan.
Shen Fan hurriedly took two steps back, waving his hands repeatedly as he said with open disgust, "Please keep your distance from me. Seeing how intimate you were with that fatty makes me sick. I'm a germaphobe!"
"Oh my! How boring! This is a business of welcoming guests and seeing them off. What can