Sixth-Grade Aristocratic Clans, realms beyond Void Insight... These secrets lay shrouded in mist, still too obscure to grasp.
Mo Hua's mind was full of questions, but with Flower Street in sight, he could hardly keep pressing for answers.
Many things in this world were like the tip of an iceberg.
What people saw was only a tiny fragment. The real secrets usually lay hidden in the unseen depths.
Just like Return Ruins, concealed within the Endless Abyss and veiled by layer upon layer of his martial uncle's schemes.
Unless someone went in and saw it for themselves, no one knew what was happening there.
But anyone who did go in might die without ever knowing how...
Mo Hua sighed softly, pushed aside his stray thoughts, and stopped dwelling on it.
Those matters were still too distant. There were problems right before him that remained unsolved.
This Courtesan Banquet was probably no innocent feast, either. He could not afford to be careless.
Mo Hua gathered his thoughts, stepped down from the carriage, and followed Bai Xiaosheng past the mouth of an alley. After another few miles, they entered Drunken Flower Street.
This was Mo Hua's second visit to Flower Street.
Drunken Flower Street looked much as it always had. Its splendid towers rose like an immortal realm, ablaze with lights; beauties like fairies danced in flowing silk amid a sea of blossoms, their songs and dances never ceasing. It was a scene of glorious prosperity.
But after a brief visit to the Great Spirit Field Realm, Mo Hua found the contrast with what lay before him even more jarring.
Some people went hungry and cold, driven from their homes.
Others, warm and well fed, indulged their desires beneath towering pleasure stages.
At that very moment, somewhere in the Great Spirit Field