Lu Yin smiled faintly. People had started calling him Lu Jue after he defeated True Martial Night King. He had taken True Martial Night King's place as one of the Ten Arbiters, earning the nickname Lu Jue.
"Please, have a seat," Lu Yin said politely.
Ya'er sat across from Lu Yin, setting her zither on the stone table. "I never thought Lu Jue would visit such a small brothel. The Western Realm Brothel is truly honored by your presence."
"I just came with someone else," Lu Yin said.
Ya'er smiled. "Then your friend must be a regular."
Lu Yin smiled without elaborating. He already knew that the women at the brothel sold their art, not their bodies. It was more like a place where a group of women were gathered for matchmaking. Shang Sheng Shen Wei hadn't come here for the reason Lu Yin had imagined—and he certainly wasn't a regular.
"Is something troubling you, Lu Jue? I'd be happy to play you a tune."
Lu Yin looked at her. "Does it cost money?"
Ya'er burst out laughing, her beauty radiant. "Lu Jue, you do know how to joke."
Ghost Marquis was speechless. "Seventh Brother really isn't joking."
Ya'er raised a hand and plucked the strings. "A tune of gentle breezes, for Lu Jue."
As the strings stirred, a beautiful melody drifted out. It was the same tune he'd heard earlier, soothing and serene.
People in the distance were drawn over. When they saw Ya'er, they exclaimed in surprise, "It's Hua Fu Ya'er from the Western Realm! Who is that man? Flower Lady showed him the way, and now Hua Fu Ya'er is personally entertaining him."
"He must be the son of some great power. The Star Tower competition is about to begin, and all sorts of hidden prodigies are