Soon, the attendant led the two of them into Misty Rain South of the Yangtze.
An extremely 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—some in martial attire, some in scholarly robes, and others in attire like that of wealthy gentlemen.
A number of beauties in traditional dress were roaming around or seated beside some 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."
