Qing Shuang took longer to dress than Song Wen had expected.
A full two hours passed. Outside, darkness had fallen, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.
Only then did Qing Shuang arrive at the tea room where Song Wen waited, accompanied by the alluring man.
"Senior, are you satisfied?" the alluring man asked first, gesturing toward Qing Shuang.
Qing Shuang still wore a veil, but her visible brows and eyes had clearly been made up with care, making her gaze all the more captivating.
She had changed out of her plain clothes and into the Flowing Cloud Raiment. A faint spiritual glow shimmered around its hem, lending her an ethereal air, as though she had never tasted the smoke and fire of the mortal world.
Satisfaction immediately showed on Song Wen's face.
Xiao Yuankui had a weakness for beautiful women, but he seldom visited brothels. Moreover, most of the women he had defiled had yet to take Dao companions.
Clearly, Xiao Yuankui favored refined, graceful women like Qing Shuang, not flamboyant beauties.
The Flowing Cloud Raiment she wore was said to withstand a full-force strike from a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, but in truth, its protection depended on the wearer's cultivation.
With Qing Shuang's current cultivation at the Integrated Body Late Stage, even if she poured virtually all her strength into it, the raiment could at most withstand one strike from an Early Mahayana Stage cultivator. Afterward, it would be damaged.
Yet the raiment cost ten thousand Supreme-grade Spirit Stones. Such a sky-high price for so little protection was enough to leave a buyer bleeding money.
"Good. Very good."
Song Wen rose, produced a storage pouch, and tossed it to the alluring man.
"You must have seen her true face while she was getting ready.