After receiving a "warm" welcome from Feng Zhuo, the young master of flame invited him to his own private pavilion atop the mountain to personally chat between them.
The journey was not long since both were at the 9th stage, the peak of power within the town.
The pavilion was built by hand, crafted into the cave with precision.
"Welcome back, young master." The moment they arrived, two mistresses dressed in revealing silk floated out to greet him, with obedient and submissive voices.
"I just left to pick up my friend. Prepare the meeting room and yourselves too. I don't want my guest unsatisfied." He smirked as he commanded.
"Understood, young master." Both bowed deeply before floating back inside.
Han Suwen whistled. "I didn't figure you for someone who keeps pets."
