Dressed in thin gauze robes, slender female cultivators with lovely faces swayed gracefully as they stepped lightly into the private room, one after another.
Soon, delicate fragrances filled the room, scents wafting from their various cosmetics.
"We pay our respects to you, seniors~!"
After filing in and taking their places, all the female cultivators bowed together, speaking in soft, gentle voices.
The room was filled with beauties, each with her own charms.
A careful count revealed no fewer than twenty-four, a clear sign of the importance the Consort Snow Pavilion placed on them.
For a time, the room rang with voices like the songs of orioles and swallows.
Every smile and frown was tender beyond compare. How many men could resist such a haven of softness?
"Ahem."
With a light cough, Zhang Ziping composed himself, immediately set down his wine pot and bamboo chopsticks, and began examining them in earnest.
His appraising gaze swept unabashedly over their alluring curves, and he occasionally nodded slightly as he offered his assessments.
"This one is good."
"That one is good too."
Zhang Ziping looked entirely at ease, without the slightest embarrassment or nervousness. With an eye for beautiful things, he openly inspected them in detail.
His words and manner clearly marked him as a veteran among the flowers.
Before long, he selected two female cultivators and drew them into his arms, one on either side.
One was voluptuous and brimming with a mature woman's allure; the other was slender, with an exceptionally innocent face.
Clearly, his tastes were broad rather than confined to any one particular charm, allowing him to enjoy many kinds of pleasure.
"Fellow Daoist Ancient City, your turn. Don't stand on ceremony."
With warm, fragrant beauties in his arms, Zhang Ziping immediately began roaming his hands over them. He swallowed