The Demon Race female immortal's dance steps were both bold and graceful. Any normal man who saw her would naturally be unable to resist pulling her into his arms for a little tenderness, and I was no exception. But there was ultimately a difference between a man and a beast—wanting something and doing it were two different matters.
"Looks like Gu Rong won't get the chance to admire the beauty of that slender waist twisting tonight. What a pity... Wait, no, that's not right. She'll belong to him in the future, so who can say?" Zhao Ji said sourly.
Next came the performance of the female immortal Xiao Yi. I'd heard that this woman was proficient in the qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and that her dancing was equally dignified and elegant. Compared with the previous female demon immortal, An Jun, one followed a wild path, while Xiao Yi was more traditionally trained—proper and painstakingly rule-bound.
However, the moment she began reciting poetry and singing lyrics, the tone-deaf Zhao Ji burst out laughing, interrupting Xiao Yi's performance. "He's here! He's here! Our brother Gu Rong is here! Chen Fa has already sent him to the door."
I sneered at him inwardly, then sent Xiao Yi an apologetic look. The female immortal smiled sweetly, seemingly unbothered, and stopped playing the ancient qin.
It wasn't long before Gu Rong opened the door and entered the private room. Even though this fellow was a half-demon, he was also a large, imposing man. Though the room was spacious enough, his arrival still struck us visually.
"Gu Rong! My good brother!" Zhao Ji shouted loudly, and tears actually fell from his eyes. If I hadn't known how sinister and crafty this fellow was, and how skilled he was at acting, I might truly have been