A gentle breeze brushed past.
Beside Mirror Lake stood Flower Queen Tower.
The nine-story wooden building, designed like an ancient pagoda, was bustling with voices.
Yao Hu led Jiang Qiao up to the seventh floor with practiced ease. A charming young married woman took the initiative to greet them:
"Ah!"
"Gentlemen, this way, please."
"Gentlemen?" Yao Hu gave an intentionally displeased snort.
"Hehe, my mistake, my mistake. I meant good younger brothers." The young woman coquettishly hooked her arm around Yao Hu's. Her ample breasts lightly rubbed against his arm, pressing together into a deep cleavage.
"Since you know you were wrong..."
"Why hasn't Good Sister called a few good girls who make a living with their skills for Good Younger Brother?"
Yao Hu said with a grin.
He was dressed like someone who had been in the business for two and a half years. His face was tender, and his skin was fair. If he ran into a burly man who liked to take the back passage, the man might raise his hand and drag him away for a thorough taste.
The two were led into a private room.
The room was decorated with wood carvings and colorful paintings, exuding a distinctly classical atmosphere that matched the building's overall style.
"Business seems pretty good."
Gray Mist Port had truly broadened Jiang Qiao's horizons.
He had thought that the Awakened of the Supernatural World, being subject to Supernatural Erosion, would have lost interest in these things—or at least would have been rather indifferent to them.
Especially after reaching the Third Tier, many people's bodies had already become vastly different from those of the living.
He had not expected this kind of entertainment business to remain so prosperous.
Looking at the people upstairs and downstairs—
Even Fourth Order Awakened were draping