Wang Mengde took a deep breath and followed the main road farther inside.
After roughly a hundred meters, he reached a huge hall at the end of the road.
The hall's doors stood open, its interior brightly lit. Music from strings and bamboo flutes drifted out, lilting and winding, like weeping and whispered lament.
Two guards at peak qi refinement stood on either side of the entrance, magical artifacts hanging at their waists and their gazes blazing like torches.
They glanced at Wang Mengde without stopping him, merely nodding slightly before letting him enter.
The hall was spacious and bright, its floor laid with large green jade tiles, each polished as smooth as a mirror.
Rosewood tables and chairs stood around the hall, with spirit wine and spirit fruit arranged on the tables. Cultivators sat in twos and threes, some drinking, some chatting, and others listening to the music.
A circular stage stood in the center of the hall. Several women in sheer gauze danced upon it, their figures graceful and their movements elegant. Pale skin showed faintly beneath the gauze, but they were not excessively exposed. Instead, they possessed the beauty of a woman holding a pipa before her, half concealing her face.
Wang Mengde found a seat in a corner of the hall.
His gaze swept across the room, and he soon noticed the women who practiced the Luan-Phoenix Harmony Formula.
They were all exceptionally beautiful, with skin as pale as jade, graceful figures, and distinctive bearing. An indescribable allure radiated from their entire bodies.
Their spiritual energy fluctuations carried a faint yin-nature aura, but the yin-nature power within them was mixed and impure, nowhere near as pure as that of Liu Yiyi and Shen Qingyue.
A maid in a pale green dress approached. She had delicate features