Beep, beep, beep!
Da-da-da!
Suonas, pipas, guzhengs, shengs, xiaos, and other instruments rang out.
Beauties of every temperament emerged from the boxes.
Some were cool and aloof, some seductive, some demure girls from modest households, and some bashful, respectable women.
Scantily clad, they began dancing with delicate charm.
Some danced the thirty-six squats, some danced the glass-wiping dance, and others danced to traditional tunes in an ancient style.
For a time, faces around the banquet glowed like the spring breeze, and alluring fragrance filled the air.
Wang Quan watched and declared it excellent.
Qian Xiuyue's Dao companions watched and also exclaimed in delight.
The Officiant Daoist Nun and the others looked immensely pleased with themselves.
Qian Xiuyue's expression was ugly.
Beside her, Senior Sister Round Face burst out laughing. "How much did you pay for beauties like these? How many mountains of money did it take?"
At those words, the smiles on the Officiant Daoist Nun's group shifted to Qian Xiuyue's face.
At that moment, they were deeply sorrowful.
Wang Quan simply pretended not to see these female cultivators' overt and covert struggles, drinking and enjoying the dances instead.
After a long while, he blew out a spell that swept away the leftovers, clapped his hands, and said earnestly, "Everyone, let's discuss this coming contest of spells!"
The female cultivators put aside their little schemes and looked at him seriously. "Tell us more."
Wang Quan said earnestly, "I originally thought this contest of spells had come about by chance, and that we'd happened upon it."
"But after thinking it over these past few days, I realized this contest of spells wasn't a coincidence."
"It was an inevitable stroke of destiny."
The female cultivators looked bewildered.
Wang Quan thought for a moment, then said, "This contest of spells is actually a