Blushing, Lü Bufan followed a well-behaved young girl toward the Rear Mountain.
The pavilions and terraces were exquisite and understated, without the chaotic, powder-and-rouge atmosphere of a common brothel. He could not immediately tell how much ground Immortal Breeze and Dao Moon covered. But the entire mountain could probably accommodate eight hundred to a thousand people without difficulty.
"Take your time, Immortal Master. The Elegant Pavilion is just ahead. Please enjoy sampling its delights..."
Lü Bufan thought for a moment, then took out a low-grade Spirit Stone and handed it over. "Thank you for your trouble!"
The maid seemed overwhelmed by the favor and grew somewhat flustered. At last, after studying Lü Bufan's expression, she accepted it cautiously, though she spoke in a small voice. "Thank you for your generosity, Immortal Master... Immortal Master, the sister inside has a rather bad temper. If she offends you, please be magnanimous..."
Lü Bufan paused, then nodded. "It's all right."
The maid bowed and withdrew.
Lü Bufan was a little nervous. After a moment's thought, he smiled, then stepped into the courtyard.
The sixteen- or seventeen-year-old female Martial Warrior had tossed that flashy Short Sword onto the ground and was darting and weaving through the courtyard with a short saber.
The saber flashed, its strokes vicious. The girl pulled off her cloak and cleaved it in two...
Lü Bufan stood quietly at the edge of the courtyard, carefully examining its furnishings... Clean and elegant, with a touch of a Martial Warrior's expansive spirit. Several weapons gleamed coldly on a rack, a swing hung beneath a tree, and blooming peonies stood around it in tranquil seclusion.
"Heh..."
With a cold laugh, the female Martial Warrior tossed down her saber and walked over to the swing. Turning, she smiled at Lü Bufan. "So the Immortal