Chu Luohen and Qi Song both had the sort of looks that made them very popular with women.
Had it been just the two of them, these women might have already approached to solicit their business as usual. But between them stood a female cultivator who seemed as pure and radiant as a clear breeze beneath a bright moon.
Su Jiu wore no heavy makeup, nor did she carry the cloying scent of cosmetics. There was only her delicate natural fragrance and an unpainted face.
Even so, her beauty eclipsed that of most women, leaving them ashamed of their own appearance and afraid to approach.
Even the madam could not help sighing. "What a pure, unsullied girl."
Those words left many of the girls feeling uncomfortable. After all, who had not been born pure and unsullied?
And so the girls in the establishment inevitably had complicated feelings toward a female cultivator like Su Jiu-both envy and jealousy. After all, they had long since lost everything beautiful that belonged to a woman.
Some had been forced into this life, while others had had no choice. But as time passed, there was ultimately little difference between them, and that was their tragedy.
If these patrons were pleased, they might ask about a girl's past, but they would never truly take it to heart. A thousand men pillowed their heads on one jade arm; ten thousand tasted those crimson lips.
No one truly cared.
Just as everyone thought the three were merely passing by, an unexpected disturbance erupted inside the building.
A window in one of the private rooms on the second floor suddenly shattered. Several figures flew out and crashed to the ground.
Su Jiu and the others happened to be passing that spot. Unwilling to become embroiled in trouble, they naturally