Red Blood Tower, seventh floor, main hall.
A troupe of beautiful dancers were dancing gracefully. Every one of them possessed Golden Core cultivation, their figures light as feathers, drifting like clouds.
Illusory realms created through various spells made the place seem like an immortal palace above the nine heavens. The dancers were like celestial maidens within that palace, dancing lightly beneath the moonlight...
Wan Yingying had seen her share of the world, but this was her first time seeing so many Golden Core dancers.
Within the human world, Golden Cores counted as experts. Even a Heavenly Lord might have a few guarding the gates or watching the grounds, but never many.
After all, upon reaching the Golden Core level, unless one sought the Great Dao, few would be willing to serve another.
Yet Red Blood Tower had raised dozens of Golden Core dancers. It was extravagance beyond measure, and it truly stunned Wan Yingying.
With a turn of her gaze, Wan Yingying spotted the mistress of this place: the beautiful Hai Yuqiong, reclining lazily against a cushioned couch. Wei Canghai had mentioned the master of Red Blood Tower before, so she knew this woman's name and general manner of conduct.
Hai Yuqiong wore a short lake-green jacket over a matching skirt. Her robes hung casually open, revealing a pale pink bandeau beneath. She held a three-legged golden goblet in one hand, her posture rather uninhibited.
Hai Yuqiong's bright eyes lit up when she saw Wan Yingying. "What a lovely young woman. Come, take the seat of honor."
A maid beside her brought over a cushioned chair and placed it below Hai Yuqiong. Wan Yingying was, after all, a direct disciple of a Heavenly Lord. Though she could not fathom Hai Yuqiong's intentions, she calmly thanked her and took her seat.