Who leaves a perfectly good chicken coop open during the day?

The autumn wind in the Divine Capital carried a hint of desolation, swirling fallen leaves at the street corners, yet it couldn't blow away the heat in Fang Mo's heart.

Fang Mo clasped his hands behind his back, walked with a pigeon-toed gait, humming an absurd little tune no one understood, weaving through the bustling crowd.

The yellow dog in the alley lay lazily on the ground, too indolent to even lift its eyelids when people approached.

Fang Mo was in a good mood and, as he passed, he casually intended to tease it. But the dog seemed to smell something terrifying, yelped, tucked its tail, and darted under the wall nearby, trembling and refusing to show its head again.

"Tsk."

Fang Mo shook his head, sighing at the decline of morality, how even dogs had become snobbish. They couldn't see the value of his current Qi and Blood Realm perfection.

Yihong Pavilion in Wannian County was located at the end of the most prosperous Changle Street.

Unlike the surrounding shops that opened early to welcome guests, with their shouts rising and falling, Yihong Pavilion's main entrance was tightly shut at this moment.

Fang Mo stood at the foot of the steps, looking up at the closed vermilion gate, and pouted.

"Outrageous."

With his hands behind his back, he paced back and forth in front of the door, muttering, "Truly outrageous. What time is it? The sun is already high in the sky, and you're still closed? Don't you have any professional ethics for the service industry?"

"Who says this chicken coop can only open at night? Don't they know customer needs are all-weather and multi-faceted?"

He didn't stand on ceremony, strode up the steps, and raised his hand to knock on the door knocker with a thunderous sound.

"BONG! BONG! BONG!"

"Old madam! Mama Feng! Open the door, guests are here!"

This shout was full of vigor, mixed with Qi and Blood energy, penetrating the door and making the beams inside hum.

After a short while, a few lazy, coquettish scoldings came from inside, mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Who is it! Waking the dead so early in the morning!"

"Which damned lecher reincarnated? Coming to a brothel at this hour, aren't you afraid of breaking your thing!"

Fang Mo ignored them, increasing the force of his hands. The sound of the door knocker hitting the bronze base was like the beating of war drums.

"CRASH--"

The main door was finally pulled open a crack from the inside.

A smell mixed with perfume and the stench of a hangover wafted out.

Mama Feng, wearing an outer robe, her hair slightly disheveled, her still-charming face full of morning grumpiness.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, about to curse loudly, but the moment she saw who it was, the vulgar words at the tip of her tongue were swallowed back forcefully.

"It's you?"

Mama Feng was stunned.

She certainly remembered this face.

Just the night before last, this young man had been dragged out of the Heavenly Chamber by people from the Demon Suppression Division like a dead dog.

At that time, everyone thought this kid was dead for sure, a short-lived ghost.

But now?

Not only was this kid standing in the sunlight, whole and unharmed, but the spirit and energy emanating from him were even more vigorous than last night. Even his jailer uniform seemed to carry a hint of official authority.

How was this possible?

People who entered the Demon Suppression Division and came out intact were not unheard of in the Divine Capital, but it shouldn't be a mere jailer from the heavenly prison.

"Yo, Mama Feng, haven't seen you for a night, what? Don't you recognize this young master anymore?"

Fang Mo grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. His smile carried a kind of brazen intimacy.

Mama Feng, after all, was someone who had seen her fair share of storms. The hint of astonishment in her eyes was instantly covered by a professional fake smile.

"Oh my, it's Young Master Fang."

As she spoke, she subtly tried to close the door, her body intentionally or unintentionally blocking the entrance.

Fang Mo didn't wait for her reaction. He reached out to push the two doors open and squeezed inside as he pushed.

"It's me, Mama Feng! Surprise? Unexpected?"

"Hey, hey, hey! Why are you forcing your way in!" Mama Feng reached out to stop him, but felt a strong force push her, causing her to stumble sideways involuntarily.

Fang Mo swaggered across the threshold, as comfortable as if he were returning to his own home.

"Look what you're saying, what do you mean forcing my way in?"

Fang Mo straightened his clothes, his face full of righteous indignation: "Didn't I deposit a large sum of money with you last time? That was a pre-payment! I'm a VIP Plus! Me coming to spend money is giving you face!"

As he spoke, he ignored Mama Feng's constipated expression, pushed aside the pimp blocking his way, and headed straight for the Heavenly Chamber upstairs.

"Nu'er! Nu'er!"

"This young master is here! Come out quickly to serve!"

His shout echoed through the spacious pavilion, full of vigor.

Mama Feng, jostled by him, almost lost her balance.

Mama Feng watched the young man's retreating back, a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashing deep in her eyes before vanishing.

Remembering her young lady's instructions, her expression instantly shifted to a professional, flirtatious smile as she swayed her hips and hurried after him.

"Oh, Young Master Fang! Slow down!"

"Nu'er hasn't even woken up yet! You're rushing around so frantically, anyone would think you were here to steal the bride!"

Mama Feng trotted along, trying to block Fang Mo's path. "Why don't you go to a private room and have some tea and snacks first? Allow this humble servant to help Nu'er wash up and get ready?"