The wine really was good, hard to turn down.
The food here was good too, especially the fried noodles.
Li Ping'an turned into an eating machine, wolfing down mouthful after mouthful.
Only with a full stomach would he have the strength to cultivate.
He ate almost all the dishes on the table, leaving every plate spotless.
Li Ping'an held a steamed bun and dipped it into the last bit of sauce.
He ate with relish.
"Oh my, young master, how can you eat so much~?"
A gaudily dressed woman sidled over.
Li Ping'an smiled without answering.
The woman reached out a delicate hand and gently took hold of the steamed bun in Li Ping'an's hand.
She smiled faintly, her eyes veiled in mist and rippling with seduction.
The corners of her small mouth lifted slightly, her red lips parting.
Li Ping'an said in a low voice, "Could you please not take my bun?"
"Oh, you tease. Can't you use a more affectionate name~?"
"...Could you please not take my precious bun?"
After a long while, the woman finally understood.
Her appeal to him probably couldn't even rival a big steamed bun.
Having finished the food, he rubbed his belly.
All was peaceful in the pleasure house, with no young dandies stirring up trouble or any other familiar scenes.
Jing Yu had already gone to a room to enjoy himself.
Li Ping'an went to a room too, but alone.
He laid a few Spirit Stones on the table and prepared to cultivate.
Before that, however, Li Ping'an searched the room with painstaking care.
He didn't overlook even the cracks in the corners, prodding the ceiling and knocking on the walls.
Hoping to find some spider's thread or horse's track, he carefully surveyed his surroundings again.
He found that there wasn't even