By the time Lu Feng and Jiang Ruoyun arrived at the City South Theater, the sky had gradually begun to darken.
Because they had arranged to return later, after briefly telling the coachman the exact time, the two headed straight inside.
The theater's decor differed from any Lu Feng had seen before.
The moment they entered the theater gates, countless lush vines came into view, clinging to the surrounding walls and every beam and pillar. They exuded fresh, natural breaths that filled the entire theater with vibrant life.
Standing within it, one felt as though the usual restlessness in one's heart had been cleansed away, leaving an indescribable comfort.
It was currently the theater's intermission, and there was still some time before the next opera began.
Given Jiang Ruoyun's status as a direct disciple of the Love Tomb, the servant in the theater warmly led them inside.
They made their way to a comfortable, luxurious private room in the Second Floor Pavilion.
Calling it a private room was perhaps an exaggeration. Compared to the ordinary viewing areas below, it merely had an extra roof overhead.
Of course, the view was also much broader.
The wide chairs in the private room were no different from those in the ordinary areas beneath the stage. There was only an additional broad, soft velvet rug. It was quite comfortable to sit upon, and even with the two of them sitting close and leaning against each other, it did not feel crowded.
As usual, the servant brought over tea and snacks. While neatly arranging them on a small table to one side, he introduced Lu Feng and Jiang Ruoyun to the next performance.
A lazy, contented smile remained on Lu Feng's face. The old drunkard's heart was not in the wine; likewise, his heart was