At the word "ruins," Zhao Fu grew interested. But he did not trust the man before him, so he said, "Hand over your soul imprint first, then lead us to the ruins. I can give you a chance to follow me."
Chen Zhenghe felt rather excited. He had not expected it to succeed so easily. He immediately handed over his soul imprint and led Zhao Fu toward the ruins.
A while later, Zhao Fu and the others arrived before a huge boulder. Chen Zhenghe stepped forward and knocked on it seven times. The void trembled, and a black hole appeared.
Zhao Fu and the others cautiously entered. Inside was a stone passage, exceptionally level and smooth. Along both walls hung vivid, erotic paintings, all depicting men and women entwined in passion, enough to make one feel the urge to get a nosebleed.
Zhao Fu gave the paintings a brief glance and found them useless, so he paid them no further attention. LeBlanc seemed uninterested as well.
The group continued onward and arrived in a magnificent hall. On the raised platform above stood seven wine tables, beside which sat seven incomparably beautiful men. The floor below was covered in corpses, male and female alike, all naked, their expressions filled with bliss, comfort, and delight.
The seven beautiful men were even a shade more handsome than Zhao Fu. Each was tall and slender, with perfectly proportioned figures.
They each radiated a different temperament: one as gentle as sunlight, one as cold as ice, one as imposing as a king, one as lively as a little beast, one wildly arrogant, and one refined like a scholarly talent. With all seven appearing together, they could surely captivate countless young women.
The domineering handsome man seated at the center chuckled. "Another batch has arrived! The