After all, anyone would feel awful after being force-fed a great mouthful of romantic bliss. For someone like Zhao Er, it felt even worse.
Just as Zhao Er arrived at the Ning Family estate, thirty miles north in the depths of the Clear Radiance Mountains lay a swamp.
Dense aquatic grasses grew throughout the swamp. Apart from snakes, insects, and birds, few other animals lived nearby.
At that moment, a party of six was making its way through the low ground, bows and arrows on their backs and weapons in their hands.
As the party advanced through the swamp, the two martial artists scouting the route walked at the front. They covered their mouths and noses while probing the swamp with their weapons.
As their weapons pierced the mud, clusters of multicolored bubbles occasionally rose. When they burst, waves of foul stench spread.
"This damned place is wet, stifling, and stinks to high heaven everywhere."
"Yeah, this fucking smell is worse than the armpits of those fifty-something backstreet whores in North Alley!"
"Heh, Li Heitan, you earn so fucking much, so why don't you find a better whore? Another hundred copper coins or so would get you one in her thirties..."
"The room's pitch-black anyway. Once the door's shut, they're all about the same. No need to waste that money."
"Heh... there's definitely a difference. The thirty-somethings have some vigor..."
Perhaps the surroundings had put them in a foul mood. As they scouted ahead, they could not help indulging in some dirty banter.
"Both of you shut the fuck up!! This is miasma! Talk less and breathe less of it, or when it's time for you to act, you won't even be able to muster your qi-blood!"
A middle-aged martial artist behind them frowned at the stench assailing his