After Martial Uncle Qian left, Liu Yu and the other four did not linger either. They exchanged a few pleasantries, then the four flew back to the Cold Iron Mine Site on their escape lights.
Liu Yu also returned to his residence in the south of the city. He paused at the entrance and instructed the guards to bring over the dancer and singer Chai Wenzheng had given him.
Although Chai Wenzheng was merely a yes-man before cultivators, that was only in relative terms. Under this barbaric, backward system, he was the sovereign of Cold Moon City, holding the lives of tens of thousands of mortals in his hands.
The dancer and singer were both virgins, chosen from among the city's tens of thousands of inhabitants. They were the cream of the crop, one in ten thousand in looks, figure, and bearing alike.
They were the women countless ordinary men dreamed of, longing to father children with them and vent their most primal desires.
Yet to a cultivator like Liu Yu, they were merely playthings, summoned with a beckon and dismissed with a wave.
Before long, the guards brought the two women to the Lake Pavilion, then bowed and withdrew.
"This humble woman, Liu Bing'er, and this humble woman, Shi Yan, pay our respects to the Immortal Master!"
Both women wore cloaks, which they removed before bowing, revealing their lovely figures and faces.
Both wore somewhat translucent gauze dresses. Through the thin fabric, their snow-white skin and the graceful, precipitous scenery beneath were faintly visible.
The woman on the left, Liu Bing'er, lived up to her name, with an icy elegance and an exquisitely beautiful face. Her brows were like wisps of smoke, and her glances shone with radiance. Her pale blue gauze dress complemented her perfectly.
The woman on