Young Master Yang was known by the na, and many people recognized this young man with golden hair, here on the third floor, which served as the managent layer for the younger generation of the family operating the fourth floor.
His hand movents were oddly fascinating, as if he was enduring so unbearable pain but dared not cry out.
The man who had arrived first was not very old but his hand was all the ti, and although he looked distinguished and handso with golden hair on top, sothing was off.
As soon as they started a "casual conversation," the old lechers began to lose interest in proceeding with the dialogue, not having advanced much.
Ruan Qing and Liu Orange were wandering in the white fog, while the white fog lazily explained the details—these people were obviously very clear figures. "Guess."
"How would you know sothing like this?"
Liu Orange asked, even though neither he nor Ruan Qing had intended to co to this first floor.
"They are here to investigate; it’s their first ti attending such a dance party, he isn’t married, and even the ring on his finger is fake," said White Mist, hitting the mark without much deviation from her guess.
Actually, she relied on guesswork, since Liu Orange hadn’t said much in detail.
"There are so many kinds of tattoos, not just any high-end tattoo shop would have sothing like a butterfly or a flower pattern that one would like; this is sothing different," he said.
"A tattoo on this person? Why would that be?"
"But the thigh tattoo was inadvertently exposed, although this went unnoticed since Ruan Qing and I co from the lower floor itself; this dress style is a few years out of fashion, and while won nowadays wear flag gowns that reveal the thighs, she wasn’t wearing any rings on her fingers, and the man had a ring on his, see what I an?"
Liu Orange did indeed observe a complete set, a detail that White Mist had noticed.
"There is only one man and one woman over there," Ruan Qing said as she looked toward section four. "How would you know sothing like that again?"
"This guy is just bringing a prostitute, while others all bring old ladies, oh, he’s such a naughty person," suggesting you take another look at section four.
Suppressing a light laugh, Liu Orange quickly followed up, and Ruan Qing was not far behind with her own quiet chuckle.
[...As for today, he sohow has a public company, just for his mother to have so fun at events like this; you don’t even know how many green environntal protection hats she has already given him, let alone the dance hall she attends prior to this event.]
——Liu Orange’s words were also a confirmation of her observation. "He doesn’t work," was the shadow cast on that man.
White Mist believed this sentence because won who drive are said to be more aggressive than n.
Liu Orange said with a kiss, "n who use this kind of female driver, they certainly don’t know, even going so far as to disdain which side they co from. They hope to switch to a better man by being easy to get, but she doesn’t know it’s too special; as soon as she disdains her own man, she thinks that just by changing to a seemingly better-looking woman, the man would want her. But she does not know that it’s only when these gatherings occur, that she realizes she must replace the married man she was with; she should have just been satisfied with that type of exchange, then she would be the one enjoying that type of hedonism, look at her sister Ruan, your eyes are amazing."
"What are you talking about?" Ruan Qing asked.
"In fact, she is more eager than her own man to co to gatherings like this; it’s just that she’s being dragged by her man to show up. Did you see that interval between the tables in section seven?"
anwhile, Liu Orange still couldn’t relax. This ti, she also wanted to know if there really was a case of a missing girl from the lower level.
Ruan Qing also found so interest in these social gatherings filled with greedy eyes, though she didn’t quite want to mingle with them.
Since White Mist was officially on duty as a harbinger, she couldn’t just strike up a conversation with anyone. "Help identify these; how lethal are they?", she asked.
"Look, why don’t you chat with a bit, little brother?" said White Mist. "We’re just sitting here pretty aimlessly, how about we talk?"
He was preparing to enjoy the masquerade, even though it was very clear that this place he was in was anything but enjoyable.
Although White Mist was actually very tense, he looked as if he were simply leaning casually against the two people behind him.
He didn’t really bump into either Ruan Qing or Liu Orange, but he looked a bit like a figure from an Ernie Ball poster.
His left and right embraces made many people envious.
Because of this, many eyes gathered in sector forty-two, where White Mist just so happened to be sitting at the most secluded corner on the far right.
Each sector, including forty-two, had three resting places with ticulously arranged settings, each equipped with its own waitstaff.
Amidst the enveloping white mist, she quickly located a deserted corner to sit in, faster than she had anticipated.
The white mist still didn’t allow a clear view, a cumberso barrier for Erleipu who lacked the ability to peer through them. The complexity was relatively high within this area of the Traction Disc, which was full of various zones.
This was where she had once, while touring Zhuang’s gardens as a child, played the ga of "hide and seek." She watched, without the slightest doubt or question.
White Mist wasn’t thinking too much.
"These 25-year-olds simply can’t ignore the fact that I am at the party... They lack the strength to be unnoticeable, especially soone like Liu Huzi, who is attending with Jing as their escort. It’s hard to imagine them being inconspicuous... It’s not over. Look, there’s the Zhuang family lady, trying to play a ga of social chess," she mused.
Who would even think to look for a Harbinger here? And among all these commodities, who would think of this woman as the most intriguing? After all, everyone here is a product.
One could end up being a decoy Harbinger just by speaking out. Anyway, it wouldn’t arouse any suspicion, and they’d definitely reserve a special door for such an imposter.
After the façade, there would be an opportunity to make contact. Since this woman was from Fifth Level, she should be the pri target... White Mist thought.
The Harbinger, passing through the Traction Disc, led individuals into specifically designated zones. Although the Harbinger’s main connection wasn’t necessarily a guide to a direct path, and the gender of the Harbinger was unknown, it was crucial in selecting the mont for a secret corner to suddenly appear.
According to the information received in the gambling halls prior to the event, Harbingers wore very specific disguises.
White Mist was very quick to change her clothes.
Clad in an oversized cloak that completely enveloped her, she resembled the master of Yellow Spring Island—her disguise bore a striking similarity to his, revealing that indeed a Harbinger had appeared.
He had already experienced a certain premonition.
She watched her own reflection in the mirror with motionless patience, quietly listening to her surroundings, standing beside a washbasin.
At that instant, the Zhuang family lady also moved.
He took this as his cue, using the pretense of going to the washbasin to bump into her, not missing this tily opportunity.
The overt monitoring gaze of the Zhuang family lady was quite pronounced due to her unabashed conduct, often because there were too many lines of sight converging in this place.
White Mist felt that particular gaze of the Zhuang family woman upon her several tis, a gaze that was increasingly directed at her, but beca gradually less probing over ti.
The network was quite clear, placing White Mist in a peculiar position. Since many people found it difficult to start a conversation with White Mist, they considered ntioning Zhuang Yuming. In a short while, that would beco a reasonable topic of discussion.
This was just a corrupt dance of the night, a high tower’s third level. It had beco so commonplace that they didn’t really feel anything special about it, not feeling a thing anymore.
Even among the various types of suitors here, not every woman was as miserable as tonight’s rich widow’s dance party seed. In this place, they were rely life-size figures.
These n’s vile intentions were plain to see, as were those of Liu Chengzi and Ruan Qingyun, who were familiar with them.
He began to make his moves, and as more and more n tried to waylay Ruan Qingyun, the dance floor beca increasingly crowded.
"The words of a woman are always a love trap," White Mist reflected, but she didn’t engage in the conversation.
Ruan Qingyun said, "Right? It’s not like you, with your rigid brain, should be lining up for a chance with Little Jiu who is soone else’s fancy, isn’t that so?"
For this child akin to the young Gu Yuqing, Liu Chengzi, it seed Ruan Qingyun had already made up her mind not to indulge in emotions any longer. She only had too many affairs to tend to, without any actual romantic desires from n.
"..."
"You can introduce if you find a suitable match, Old Plank. Nothing else I particularly need, a must-have species from Dragon clan, a star counter of eight steps, no resistance to magic trap spells, at most a three-effect synergy, able to pass through a star coordination just once, offensive power between 0082 to 0053, green-eyed Fir, from Erlei, it’s a demand for a girl friend, who is very similar to Qin Lin whom I love a lot," White Mist said.
"What kind of things do you like?"
Ruan Qingyun asked.
"Nothing much."
"So, there’s no woman here that caught your eye, little brother?"
Liu Chengzi said.
Liu Orange chuckled, accompanied by Ruan Qing’s clear laughter.
"You live here and still don’t know these kinds of questions? Impossible, right?"
The young woman opened her big eyes wide and looked bewildered for a mont, as if she were engulfed in a white fog.
"Let’s play a question-and-answer ga. Imagine if the Zheng Yuming’s this seat costs 1,370,000 three tis three tis ten-fold more than the bottom floor of the high rise. The high tower’s hypothetical height is 7,200 ters. We should buy one on the fifth level down a lot, it’ll save us so much money," Liu Orange said.
She was actually trying to take the position for herself by starting the drama that followed, pushing Liu Orange aside, but she was left in confusion by Ruan Qing’s statent.
Liu Orange shook her chest and laughed, although she was very proud, no one dared to look at Ruan Qing for comparison, because in reality they had no way to compare with her.
"Co, co, co, sit down across from , that’s really too good," said White Mist exhilaratingly.
White Mist sat down across, but there was actually a little girl who had co running over; it wasn’t that Liu Orange lacked one iota in facial value.
"Handso brother, you’ve been with your old lady for so long, aren’t you tired? Won’t you accompany tonight? Won’t you do anything I say? It’s not too bad right?"
That made White Mist’s aspirations rise; there was already bargaining chips for the discussion.
So people changed direction and tried to hook up with White Mist, while weaving through a crowd of middle-aged n.
It was uncertain if they could really change anything about the bottom layers, these two matched together quite perfectly. Although Ruan Qing discovered that White Mist was very slippery, this bit of Qing Valley was not well-prepared.
After being persuaded to retreat, he laughed it off, still the sa as ever in his dealings with others. These people couldn’t compete with Zhuang Yuming’s standards, although they still had so degree of self-discipline.
White Mist, appearing more like he was showing off his trophy wife rather than genuinely trading, lacked complete sincerity. They certainly wouldn’t dare think of approaching him, let alone his Fifth Level high rise.
It would just about work to trade an old lady for a set of penthouse suites at the top of the Fifth Level. That’s exactly what White Mist was—a walking fortune. Even the children of the wealthy on the third level may eventually have a chance to move into the fourth.
One after another middle-aged man cursed and left because the asking price was far too lofty. White Mist wasn’t actually scaring them away; unlike that Yang fellow, they actually had asure and self-awareness.
More and more big-bellied, middle-aged n followed one after the other, chasing after Jin Mao as he left.
White Mist was exactly the kind of person who talked a lot; Ruan Qing just smiled, not having said much.
"You always have a strong grasp on leading your team."
"You really have been advancing quickly," Ruan Qing comnted after Jin Mao hurriedly took his leave.
"You’re ruthless," he sighed, knowing well that White Mist had much stronger connections by playing this hand, as he also had backers from the second echelon.
Jin Mao didn’t dare say a word.
After barely touching a teacup with her finger, it crackled with spiderweb-like fissures across the surface before it shattered completely.
"Well, Old Plank..."
"Roll aside, who are you to ddle?"
"Who are you to tell to roll?"
White Mist was prepared to issue a direct eviction, having not even allowed Ruan Qing to get close.
"Roll aside."
Going with the presumption that he was going to sit next to Ruan Qing, Erleipu’s confidence was as inflated as ever, thinking that he was entitled to that seat.
White Mist rely regarded this man as one who was puffing himself up with airs of a "unique character on the azure tall building," like the online persona of the "special little learner"—it was as if he could sense that air of "a little stock of a killer horse" in them.
"I an, this person must be incredibly careful, going out of the lower part of the East Wing to get ready three hours later; you’ve always been a cautious person."
"Ti is almost upon us; it’s already the peak hour."
"What’s so intriguing about this pen, that you speak of it with such interest?"
White Mist had already made his judgent.
Now, the Traction Disc didn’t have any restrictions. All its layers had been decrypted, leaving behind hidden challenges.
In succession, the White Mist could precede through the doors to Bai Chuan’s pet zoo, Bai Chuan Central School, and Yellow Spring Island, including the Death Flight. Following that, he could naturally enter the region he had transversed before.
Only after the lock was resolved could one proceed directly to completion.
One must sequentially go through each area in this region, as there was a particular locked area - once a Traction Disc lock was set, one had to follow two different thods of usage.
"All disciples who have encountered him have already been purged from this area; I solved the issue. You should give my Traction Disc," said Jing.
"Indeed, only by passing through the Traction Disc may you proceed, but simply to avoid a certain region. That place is effective only for the Reincarnation Disc; it has been said there are three regions that all have butlers. Keeping a new servant will turn it into a family heritage zone... The dwarf sibling and his orange sister, however, if I took them along, well, they would remain there forever... And that is if we don’t speak of certainty. This rule should be explicitly clear; the more beautiful and well-dressed the won I accompany, the easier it is for the Harbingers to overlook."
"It would do well to let Little Hu lose this sequence, invite Little Hu to a gambling venue, and then find so way to know this point six tis over, one round at a ti. This tactic also afforded an advantage over the gambling venue before. She knows I have companions by my side, yet still chooses to deal with , all while pondering deeply about this fact," said White Mist as he accelerated his thinking.
Erleipu, who had one piece of pure matter as the last splinter of a day, could make it exert a fourfold reverse effect, yet even Zhuang Yuming could not grasp it firmly.
These entertainnt girls... were so pitiable, it was extre, and you could tell just by looking at the Clock Ho zone. But "What’s the big deal about playing with sothing?" is rely a phrase that carries so significant weight.
It was not certain whether White Mist was truly evil... It could not be that the woman was rely a pure type of person from that place.
This was a significant piece of information in response.
"That place is a heavenly sanctuary of pure joy," you say, "where no reciprocal forces raised questions. There’s nothing there, no such thing as a fourfold negative property—what could be so important that you want to gamble sothing? Is it just a leather pouch of human love?" asked the Harbinger, with a hint of aning.
"Shouldn’t a Clock Ho girl be more circumspect? Are you still... counting the won from the Clock Ho zone?" asked White Mist.
The Harbinger did not disclose any information but said, "You will see the two towering high bridges connecting the fortresses outside the tower, that’s for sure."
"What’s at that place outside the tower?"
"All areas are in a zone, the color domain and the food domain are connected. You’ll need to bring a girl with you to get there."
"So, I always have to give sothing in return, is that what you’re saying? How should I proceed?"
To him, such a simplification was a severe pain. Although it wasn’t quite accurate, it was feasible for White Mist to imagine an individual who could pierce through the universe.
"If you wish to proceed to this area, you will receive sothing you never had before, but I can’t really imagine so of those exquisite food flavors from the food zone, because, after all, I never expected one who has no concept of them to relate with ," said White Mist, with a nod, implying the Harbinger to continue.
"You may find the food domain very intriguing, but even if you don’t see much in the color domain right away, you can precede to the food and color domains with the girl you bring. No one has ever complained about that place when returning since no one only wishes to return from there," the Harbinger stated, maintaining his gaze on White Mist.
"I hope that you will find my exchange sufficiently interesting, even though I’ve categorically refused all trades tonight," White Mist said.
"I do find you quite suitable for the exchange; it’s you I’ve been expecting here," the Harbinger acknowledged, catching White Mist a bit by surprise.
"I, too, could be a reflection in the water if I wanted, but that would only make sense if you’re the one who agreed to set up. I do want to see and be seen. There’s a world out there, with many beautiful won and great food, which I’ve only ever heard about from people," said White Mist, looking at his own reflection in the mirror and listening to the indistinguishable voice of the Harbinger, who had previously disguised his tone.
"Are you the one who ticulously arranged for ? Yet, you bring along won, too. Your power is not weak," said White Mist.
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