Fang Qing wandered around the market, wondering whether he should visit a few shops.
Maybe his luck would be good enough to turn up some rare Dao Foundation spiritual objects.
Just then, his steps faltered as he passed a place filled with soft, seductive music.
"Sigh—Jin Ling'er was truly unfortunate, assassinated right outside Yan Mountain Market. I was only a step away from arriving in time."
"Damned half-demon. They say she was even defiled by scum from our own human race!"
Fang Qing swept the area with his spiritual sense and heard quite a bit of discussion.
"Haha! After Lady Jin Ling left, Sophora House hired another musical master. They say she's Lady Jin Ling's own younger sister, named Silver Bottle. She has a charm all her own, too."
The lecherous patrons exchanged knowing laughs.
A shiver ran through him. He truly couldn't stomach the demonic women of the Harmonious Bliss Sect.
Fang Qing immediately decided that once he returned to the Lesser Vast Sea, he would visit a few more brothels, listen to music, and soothe his wounded soul.
"Oh?"
At that moment, a gray shadow flashed through the range of his spiritual sense. His expression shifted. Why is that demon here?
In the back kitchen of Sophora House, an old fox was strutting out with a chicken leg clamped between his jaws when a large hand seized him by the scruff. He hastily pressed his paws together and begged for mercy.
When he saw it was Fang Qing, he finally relaxed. "You cultivator—why do you enjoy playing tricks on your elders?"
The fox was none other than Dark Candle Adept!
Fang Qing wasted no words. He formed hand seals to conceal their presence and auras, then dragged the old fox out of the market before asking curiously, "Aren't