The night air above the city was cool, carrying the scents of roasted meat, spilled wine, and the underlying metallic tang of impending violence.
From their vantage point on the tiled roof of a nearby inn, Wang Jian crouched low, his silhouette blending perfectly with the shadows. Beside him, Sect Mistress Lianhua and Liu Ruyan watched intently, their eyes fixed on the brightly lit windows of the 'Drunken Immortal' tavern across the street.
"They are going in," Liu Ruyan whispered, pointing a slender finger.
Below, the three beauties—Qiu Yun, Su Ning, and Bai Xue—entered the tavern. They did not enter together. They moved like strangers, drifting in one by one, their faces obscured by the sheer veils Wang Jian had provided, their elegant robes hinting at high status and even higher beauty.
Inside the tavern, the atmosphere was already thick with smoke and testosterone. The second floor was dominated by two distinct groups.
