"Great Liang's Taiyi Treatise on Suppressing the Fortune of Mountains, Rivers, and All Living Beings"

The Qingqiu fox women had graceful figures, their roving eyes naturally carrying a hint of allure; the cat women were light and nimble, their bare feet treading the soft carpet as they danced languidly.

The Juejing women had honey-colored skin, with a dark red gemstone set between their brows, and the silver bells at their waists chimed softly with their dance steps.

The Loulan female cultivators were tall and voluptuous, with sharply defined features and long hair woven into dozens of fine braids, possessing an open warmth like the blazing desert sun.

Curtains hung low, and warm fragrance drifted through the air.

The night breeze off the lake swept through the great expanse of spirit bamboo outside Qiyun Pavilion. Its rustling mingled with the pipa and Qiang flute, making one relax without realizing it.

Qing Chen had never been one to keep his heart pure and his desires few. Since Mei Zhili knew so well how to oblige him, he naturally accepted everything with a smile.

During the first half of the night, Qing Chen sampled spirit wines and fruit from the various Western Regions kingdoms while experiencing the distinct tenderness and charms of the Qingqiu half-demons and foreign women. It served to dispel all the weariness of his repeated wrangling with the various kingdoms' delegations that day.

As for what happened behind the curtains, that was not something to share with outsiders.

Several hours later, Qing Chen changed into a loose black robe and emerged from the inner chambers refreshed in body and spirit, leaving only terror and alarm behind him. There had clearly been deaths and injuries.

These lessons really were more than they could bear.

Qiyun Pavilion had seven sections stretching from front to rear and had originally been a place where the Suzhou Provincial Office entertained