Fenghuang Peak.
There is the Peak Master Hall.
A huge structure of scarlet jade and golden beams.
Deep within its innermost hall, Song Yan sat slumped upon her ornate phoenix throne.
It was for prestigious occasions.
Now it served as a drunken perch.
Empty jade wine bottles rolled across the polished floor like fallen soldiers.
Shattered flasks glittered in the corners where they had been hurled.
The air reeked of peach blossom wine so strong it could knock out a Core Formation cultivator.
Song Yan's usually impeccable crimson robes were very untidy.
One sleeve slipped off a snow-white shoulder.
Her miniature golden hair crown sat crooked as strands of silken white hair escaped to shape a face that was still breathtakingly beautiful even when she looked like a drunk waste you'd find on the roadside.
She raised another full cup to her lips and drained it in one savage gulp.
"Get out!"
