CLATTER!
With that sound, many Spirit Shells were added to the porcelain bowl.
This porcelain bowl seemed to be a spatial treasure as well. Half a day had passed, and at least a thousand Spirit Shells had been thrown into it by the cultivators on the deck, but the bowl still showed no signs of being full.
"Everyone, farewell for now!"
Scholar Su poured all the Spirit Shells from the porcelain bowl into the Storage Bag at his waist, changed his attire to resemble a scholar on a spring outing, and headed straight for the second floor of the Flying Boat.
On the Flying Boat, there were continuous rows of houses, countless pavilions, and towers.
But the second floor had been exclusively booked by another of the Ten Major Sects.
This sect was the Red Dust Pavilion!
The only openly acknowledged pleasure den on East Huangzhou's Immortal Path.
"Cultivators of the Daoist Sect: half a day storytelling, half a day consorting with courtesans…"
"What a carefree life!"
