Green hills, clear waters, a lake, and a courtyard.
Yang Chang stood here for the second time.
Spear in hand, he gazed at the picturesque courtyard, his eyes sharp.
"Senior, my master hopes to meet with you in person about Crimson. There are things I can only tell you once I see you. Please open the door."
His voice rang out like a great bell.
Yet the courtyard gate at the center of the lake remained tightly shut.
"Senior, forgive my offense once again."
Hum!
With a twist of his wrist, the silver spear gave a crisp, pleasant ring through the air.
He spun the spear, then gripped it.
Turning sideways, he stepped forward.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning shot out, then condensed to its limit, thin as a thread, swift as electricity, and flashed past.
Ripples spread through the space ahead.
Yang Chang raised an eyebrow, his silver hair gleaming. He turned his body and took a second step.
He was about to thrust his spear again.
But in the next second, the space around him began to blur. Something enveloped him. He tried to take a third step, but the moment his foot fell, the world shifted.
"Hmm?"
Narrowing his eyes, Yang Chang looked at the mist before him in confusion. Then he brushed some of it aside, and his entire body went rigid.
This time, he had appeared not in his hotel, but in a bathhouse.
He froze.
Every woman there froze.
One pair of eyes met over a hundred pairs veiled in steam.
For the first time, Yang Chang felt that this was more terrifying than facing a hundred Aberrants.
"I'm sorry..." He hurriedly apologized, a faint blush spreading over his pale face.
"Ah!!!"
"He's so handsome..."
"Hey, handsome, do you work here?"
"???"
Utterly flustered,