"That master and martial uncle of mine are decades old, yet they still won't give me a moment's peace. They knew I might come looking for them, but didn't even leave a secret sign or anything. Made me toil all night for nothing..."
Early the next morning, Hong Yuan moved aside the soft arms and fair legs entwined around him and breathed in the amorous scent lingering in the air.
Although he had failed to find Yang Jinbao and his companion, he had at least confirmed that the former had spoken the truth: the beauties of Xingqing were indeed alluring and seductive.
"But what did I come to Xingqing Prefecture for again?"
"Oh! Seems I agreed to a deal with old Song and came here to deal with the Seed Jade Sect."
"Ah, wine and women ruin everything. Starting today, I'm giving up wine!"
Naturally, that was a joke.
Hong Yuan had not forgotten his purpose.
His deal with Song Yinglong was secondary. What truly tempted him was the heritage of true arts the Seed Jade Sect might possess.
And as everyone knew, brothels were often places where information circulated. Hong Yuan had only visited that realm of rouge and powder to gather information on the Seed Jade Sect.
As for anything improper, he had not dared touch it. He remained a spotless, courteous gentleman.
Half an hour later.
After bathing and changing into clean clothes, Hong Yuan walked down the street feeling thoroughly refreshed.
His night's toil had not been wasted. All sorts of information about the Seed Jade Sect surfaced in his mind.
Decades ago, the Seed Jade Sect had ranked among the Three Great Sects of Ming Province. After a drastic upheaval within its ranks, its power had waned, and it had lost to the Huaxi Sword