Finally, there was something! Zhang Yuanqing's spirits lifted.
During the day, he had found Paphos Island far too ordinary. An island that had given birth to the Goddess of Beauty, an S-rank dungeon—it should not have been so mediocre.
If there had been nothing to find on the island, then there had to be something wrong with the castle.
When he had first entered the dungeon, he had fooled around with Helen, the Goddess of Beauty's maidservant, in the forest. Later, he had spent a night with Heracine in the workshop where arrows were made.
Neither time had he been in the castle. Only tonight had he truly spent the night there.
If he had stayed overnight in the castle during the first two days, he might have discovered Paphos Island's hidden storyline long ago.
He pushed Heracine out of his arms, sat up, and bent down to scoop up his one-piece robe from the floor.
"Hm?" Heracine immediately woke up and rubbed her eyes. "Amini, where are you going..."
Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers.
Heracine's body went limp, and she slipped back into sleep, continuing in her dream to experience the ultimate pleasure—aching waist and sore back, drenched in fluids.
After getting dressed, Zhang Yuanqing took a step and transformed into brilliant starlight, arriving in the corridor. He then entered Night Roaming, left the domed building filled with slaves, crossed the crude little courtyard, and headed deeper into the castle.
The Goddess of Beauty's castle was unlike a European castle. It consisted of one domed or spired building after another. Some stood pressed together like conjoined twins, yet remained separate structures.
A European castle, on the other hand, was one whole complex.
The night was already deep. Most of the castle's windows had gone dark, with only a few