Soon, the attendant led the two of them into Misty Rain South of the Yangtze.
An extrely spacious and luxurious hall appeared before him.
In the middle, there was a staircase leading to the second floor, with rock gardens, flowing waterfalls, and small ponds on either side of the stairs.
White spiritual energy constantly seeped out from the floor, resembling immortal qi. Looking around, they saw tables, almost all of which were filled.
Most were cultivators, dressed in various styles—so in martial attire, so in scholarly robes, and others in attire like that of wealthy gentlen.
A number of beauties in traditional dress were roaming around or seated beside so guests.
But what caught the eye the most was the stage directly in front of the stairs.
On the stage, five fairies were dancing, and Mu Rufeng’s gaze was drawn towards them.
Looking at Li Changze, he appeared utterly captivated, eyes seemingly glued to those long legs.
"This way, honored guests."
Soon, the attendant led the two of them from the back of the stairs, leaving the main building, and crossed a covered bridge to reach the building on the left.
This side was laid out exactly the sa, with a full hall and more dancers on stage.
The attendant led them to the third floor, arriving at the doors of rooms 29 and 30.
"Honored guests, would you prefer separate rooms, or is one room enough?" the attendant asked.
"Two rooms, please," Mu Rufeng replied directly.
"Then please enter," the attendant led the two into one of the rooms.
"Honored guests, would you like girls who perform arts or girls who entertain?" the attendant inquired.
"Uh... what’s the difference between the two?" Li Changze asked.
"The girls who perform arts excel in skills such as playing instrunts and painting, but do not offer other services."
"The entertaining girls might not excel in those skills, but... you know," the attendant said with a knowing smile.
"Brother Feng, which do you prefer?" Li Changze, though tempted by the entertaining girls, still turned to Mu Rufeng.
"I’ll take a performing arts girl, feel free to choose what you like," Mu Rufeng replied.
"Really? Then I’d like an entertaining girl." After saying this, Li Changze blushed deeply, his heart pounding rapidly.
"Then this way, honored guest, to the neighboring room."
"Wait a mont, a girl will be here soon," the attendant said, then led Li Changze to the next room.
At this ti, a maid entered to pour tea for Mu Rufeng.
"Once you’ve poured the tea, you may leave. By the way, bring a table full of delicious dishes," Mu Rufeng said to the young maid, who looked only twelve or thirteen.
"Yes, honored guest," Xiao Cui replied, pouring the tea and sneaking a glance at Mu Rufeng before departing.
As the door closed, the noise from below instantly vanished.
This room also had sound-blocking arrays, making it quite a comfortable place.
Mu Rufeng went to the window and opened it, letting in a gentle breeze.
Ahead, Yangtian Lake stretched endlessly, its clear waters and glowing aquatic plants lighting up the lakebed.
Fish emitting bright glows swam about.
Strands of visible spiritual energy floated above the lake, accentuating the extraordinary aura of this place, akin to an earthly paradise.
In the sky above hovered a full moon, alongside countless stars, creating a perfect scene for moon-gazing.
Even with the window open, none of the noise from Misty Rain South of the Yangtze could be heard.
Just then, the sound of the door opening ca from behind.
Mu Rufeng turned and saw two won entering.
"Feng Ling (Qing Ya) greets the young master," a soft, gentle voice rang out.
On the left was Feng Ling, tall and slender, dressed in a long white gown, her face covered by a white veil, showing only her beautiful eyes.
She held a guzheng in her arms.
On the right was Qing Ya, equally tall and slender, in a blue gown, also veiled, with only her beautiful eyes showing.
In her hands was a pipa, with a blue bamboo flute hanging from her waist.
"Alright, let’s begin," Mu Rufeng nodded.
Upon hearing this, the two won promptly moved to a small platform on the side.
Here was a table set with a guzheng and two chairs.
Soon, they were ready, removing their veils, casting a glance at Mu Rufeng, and began to play.
The lodious sounds of the guzheng and pipa interwove beautifully, quite pleasing to the ears.
Soon, the piece concluded.
Mu Rufeng nodded approvingly, waving his hand: "Not bad, not bad."
"Thank you for the praise, young master," Qing Ya and Feng Ling stood and slightly bowed in gratitude.
"Now, I’ve got the beauties, the music, the moonlight, and the scenery; all that’s missing is fine wine and delicious food," Mu Rufeng said with a laugh.
As soon as Mu Rufeng finished speaking, there was a knock at the door.
"Young master, the wine and dishes have arrived," the maid’s voice sounded.
"Enter."
Soon, the door opened, and the maid led several attendants inside.
In no ti, the table was filled with wine and dishes.
"Everyone, leave," Mu Rufeng waved his hand.
Soon, they all left, except for the maid.
"Young master, let pour you so wine," the maid, who served that exact purpose, said.
"Continue, play the music, keep dancing, by the way, Qing Ya, can you dance?" Mu Rufeng asked the two won.
"Young master, I can."
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