The excitement in Song Wen's eyes had been deliberate, but he was genuinely tempted nonetheless.
If he could truly learn Huang Yangshu's whereabouts from Rong Ziming, it would be an unexpected windfall.
But Rong Ziming shook his head.
"How would he dare come to a noisy place like a brothel? If someone saw him, would Patriarch Rong Luan's reputation still be worth anything? The women trained by brothels are far more enticing than those outside. Though he is also obsessed with brothel women, Hundred Fragrances Pavilion always sends them to him."
"Then does Young Master Rong know where they are sent?" Song Wen asked via divine sense transmission.
"I don't know. Perhaps to some flying vessel speeding beyond the city, perhaps to some secluded temporary cave abode, or perhaps to some courtyard within the city. Huang Yangshu would never let unrelated people know the exact location." Rong Ziming's divine sense transmission carried a trace of mockery, as though ridiculing a great figure like Huang Yangshu made him rather pleased with himself.
Song Wen did not press further and changed the subject.
"Fellow Daoist Rong is a frequent patron of Nishang and Shuyu?"
Rong Ziming raised a brow, and a smile immediately appeared on his face, though it was somewhat lecherous.
"One fiery and one icy—sharing the same quilt and bed with them has a flavor all its own."
Song Wen's eyes brightened slightly.
"Fellow Daoist, your words strike right at my heart. Nishang is bewitching, while Shuyu is cool and aloof..."
The two exchanged one remark after another, conversing with great mutual enjoyment.
Very soon, the two women at the center of their conversation appeared at the doorway.
"Fellow Daoist Rong, I should be going. We can talk more next time," Song Wen said.
"Fine."
Rong Ziming's gaze had long