Young Master Before Listening Rain Pavilion, Weighing the Losses and Gains of the Five Clans

Cold Palace Imperial Realm.

Scenic mountains and waters, pavilions and towers.

The distant fragrance of flowers and birdsong, after skimming across the lake like dragonflies touching water and visiting the gold-red carp feeding beneath its surface, drifted with the wind into a lakeside viewing pavilion steeped in the style of Jiangnan.

Leaning against the railing and looking out, Listening Rain Pavilion was springlike all year round, like a paradise on earth. Compared to the gray, dilapidated surroundings of the Relics of the Gods, the latter was simply a hell on earth too dreadful to behold.

Pfft!

The wine sprayed out in a mist.

Inside the pavilion, Yue Gongli held a grape in one hand and a wine cup in the other, having returned to his most leisurely life as a young master.

He stared at the two mirrors before him in utter shock. "No, Xu Xiaoshou is way too terrifying."

"Was this disgusting idea really his own, or did the Lecherous Old Daoist advise him? It's revolting!"

It was pretty revolting... The maid whose face had just been sprayed with wine turned her head aside and bared her teeth resentfully.

Soon, the maid wiped the wine from her face, restored her composure, and looked back at the young master who was still crossing his legs as he tried to rise. Her gaze was as tranquil as one who had seen through the mortal world. "Young Master Li, how unseemly."

"Uh, sorry, sorry... Don't stop with the shoulder."

Yue Gongli popped a grape into his mouth and slightly raised his right shoulder. The maid behind him immediately hammered it harder.

Though he apologized, his eyes never left the two mirrors. What they displayed was none other than the live scene of Xu Xiaoshou ascending Holy Mountain.

The mirror on the left