At a time like this, there was actually a drunken Daoist causing trouble downstairs. Su You frowned slightly and looked down from the second floor. In a quiet corner sat a man in a pale blue Daoist robe, slumped over a table. His features were clear and bright, unlined, but a few long whiskers hung from his chin. He looked thoroughly drunk.
Zither Music Pavilion had its own experts, there to deal with powerful cultivators who got drunk and tried to lay hands on the girls.
Both had once been renowned figures.
One was a True Person from the Shuangfei Pavilion of the human world, the other a great demon from the Flying Eagle lineage of the Demon Race.
They attacked together from either side, their moves fierce but controlled.
The drunken Daoist staggered, and their fierce attacks merely grazed past him.
He flung out his arms, striking the True Person in the face, then leaned back and slumped against the great demon. Both men released their vigorous yuan qi, but when it struck the drunken Daoist, it was like a mud ox vanishing into the sea—not the slightest effect. Both shuddered, their expressions changing as they realized they had encountered an expert.
"Both of you, stand down."
"Daoist, what brings you to Zither Music Pavilion today?"
Su You's voice was calm. True Person Liu of Shuangfei Pavilion and the deserter from the Flying Eagle lineage both stepped back. The Daoist staggered as if he could barely stand, stumbling several steps before leaning against a chair. In a drunken slur, he said, "A beauty. I want the beauty famed for playing the zither, and I want fine wine."
"Fine wine?"
On the second floor, Su You flicked her hand and sent out a cup of wine.
The cup seemed to