In a daze, a magnificent scene unfurled in Jiang Cheng's mind. In the dead of night, a towering pavilion stood tall, its grand hall brightly lit and packed with guests. Dancers swayed gracefully, their glances radiant, while the sounds of strings and flutes filled the air without pause. It truly was a world that never slept, a feast of song and dance in pursuit of pleasure; jade-like necks, vermilion lips, foxlike eyes, and faces as fair as snow, breathtaking as startled swans.
At the center stood the leading courtesan, clad in red as vivid as blood. She lowered her head and raised her brows, her eyes glimmering as she half-concealed her face behind her pipa. Her slender waist seemed too delicate to bend, and each graceful step brought forth a lotus. In the Warm Fragrance Pavilion and on the Lovebird Terrace, brilliant candles shone, wine brimmed in goblets, and music and dance continued until dawn. Every frown and smile spoke of romance...
The splendor before him was too overwhelming for words. Jiang Cheng could think of only six characters: Tongtian Terrace, Jile Lou.
It had to be. The people from before had all been lured into this legendary Jile Lou.
According to rumor, people could enter Jile Lou, but never leave. It wasn't because of any strict rules; there were simply countless pleasures and sights inside, and everyone who entered was captivated, unable to tear themselves away.
In just a brief moment, with a single glimpse, Jiang Cheng had been dazzled by its splendor. His expression gradually turned dazed, and it took him quite some time to come back to himself.
He rushed over and snatched up the walkie-talkie. The voice was still coming through, growing ever more seductive and eerie. He flipped the switch, trying to shut off the