Red lanterns, flowing wine, and the fragrance of rouge and powder.
In the City That Never Sleeps, gambling houses were not the only famous establishments. Its brothels enjoyed an unrivaled reputation as well.
That reputation, however, was hardly a good one.
As the saying went, they danced until the moon sank low over the willow-lined towers, and sang until the breeze beneath their peach-blossom fans died away.
The Spring Willow Pavilion was the finest gold-devouring den in the City That Never Sleeps, and the place most capable of offering the ultimate pleasure.
Inside, songs and dances celebrated an age of peace. Fragrant smoke curled through the air, dreamlike and illusory, lending everything a sense of unreality.
Yet it was also the place where people could most easily forget their troubles.
Even mortals needed somewhere to unwind, and cultivators were no different. In fact, this brothel, established specifically for cultivators, drove its patrons to even greater frenzy than those built for mortals.
The cultivators who came here were not all simply seeking pleasure. More came for dual cultivation, hoping to harvest their partners' energy to increase their own cultivation.
After all, who would not enjoy growing stronger while indulging in pleasure?
At that moment, Ding Fen had brought several disciples of the Heavenly Dawn Sect to one of its private rooms, where they lounged in drunken bliss.
These disciples could now all be considered Ding Fen's trusted followers.
One long-faced disciple was flushed scarlet, his Heavenly Dawn Sect robes draped carelessly and untidily over his body. His sash was already half undone, and he leaned crookedly into a soft, fragrant embrace.
The woman behind him smiled gently, showing no distaste for the overpowering reek of wine on him. She even peeled a grape from the fruit platter beside her and fed