"Sorry, Brother Yi, for inviting you over in this manner."
In an elegant boudoir of the Central Brothel, a lady in white robes looks at the brocade-clad gentleman before her, a hint of curiosity flashing through her eyes,
As an Inner Sect Disciple of the Heavenly Star Pavilion, she, Li Shiran, possessed an exceptional talent uncommon among her peers—the gift of perception.
For reasons unknown, having not seen him for merely a day, she inwardly felt the imposing aura of the brocade-clad gentleman had intensified.
However, this sensation arrived swiftly and dissipated even faster. The moment a sense of alarm began to rise in her heart, it vanished like a fleeting illusion.
"The Fairy is too polite. Fairy Shiran, with your matchless beauty, the late-night invitation must certainly concern urgent matters. Please, feel free to speak your mind."
