Situ Fang led the inspectors of the Dao Court Office and charged into the rear courtyard of Hundred Flowers Pavilion.
A moment later, spiritual power spilled everywhere, and the sounds of battle, cries of alarm, shouts, and buildings shattering wove into one.
Mo Hua was very curious. After thinking for a moment, he said to Qing Lan:
"Find somewhere to hide. Whatever you do, don't come out."
Qing Lan was a little nervous, but she still nodded.
After that, the three of them also used their movement techniques and reached the second floor, looking out through a window toward the rear courtyard.
Hundred Flowers Pavilion was divided into two buildings, front and rear, with a courtyard in the middle.
The front building was the main hall, used for banquets and receptions, where female cultivators sang and danced; the rear building consisted of private rooms and did the business of a brothel.
In the middle of the rear building was a courtyard with mountains, water, and clusters of flowers like brocade.
The courtyard was spacious, and the scenery was pleasant.
Behind the courtyard was the rear building, with tall buildings on three sides enclosing the courtyard.
The tall buildings were connected by corridors, the private rooms were exquisite, and large red lanterns and pink curtains hung between the corridors. The scent of rouge and powder was extremely heavy.
All kinds of formations had been laid throughout the corridors: some for reinforcement, some for soundproofing, some for revealing dust, and some for illumination.
The pale-pink lamplight lit the entire rear courtyard pavilion into something charming and wanton.
Mo Hua was a little unhappy.
In the mines, Mine Cultivators endured hardship with life and death hanging by a thread, yet the formations drawn inside were crude to the extreme.
A place like Hundred