A few days later, at the Drunken Immortal Tower.
The spacious stage had been arranged like a red lotus in full bloom. As strings and flutes filled the air, several alluring beauties in flimsy garments stepped upon its petals, singing softly and dancing gracefully.
Commander Huo and two others sat watching with smiles on their faces, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
After a long while, Li Ling finally appeared.
Commander Huo rose and waved the dancers and musicians away, then said with a smile, "Prince Consort, you're here."
Li Ling nodded and looked at the two men standing beside Commander Huo.
Commander Huo said, "Allow me to introduce them. This is Fellow Daoist Mo Heng, and this is Fellow Daoist Xiao Yicheng. Both are old friends who have worked with our Unusual Events Bureau for years. They contributed on several occasions when we hunted the demonic cultivators of the Corpse Immortal Sect and surrounded that old hag Wu and her companions."
"Gentlemen, this is the Old Ancestor's nominal disciple, the husband she personally chose for the Ninth Princess, Prince Consort Li."
Li Ling, Mo Heng, and Xiao Yicheng cupped their hands in greeting. "A pleasure."
These were the resident attendants the Unusual Events Bureau had agreed to find for the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.
Even with the Unusual Events Bureau's cooperation, attendant elders familiar with local affairs were essential if the business was to gain a foothold in the valley. They also had their own connections and could support one another. Only then could they adequately look after the business there.
Mo Heng was a prosperous-looking middle-aged man in his forties. Had Li Ling met him anywhere else, he would have taken him for an ordinary wealthy gentleman. Yet judging by the vitality Mo Heng made no attempt to conceal, he had already