Sunlight filtered through the carved lattice windows of the upper chamber in the brothel.
A fantastic night in the Flower Garden Tavern.
And also his first time at a brothel.
With a bright smile on his face, Li Qingmu couldn't think about anything else.
He stood by the open window in only loose black silk pants that hung low on his narrow hips. His outer robe remained unclipped, hanging open to reveal the hard, iron-like planes of his muscled chest and the crimson tribal tattoos from his Nine Heavens Tyrant Physique. He stretched lazily and let out a small, unhurried yawn.
"Mmm… I bet that old beast Dai Qiu is downstairs right now, stomping around the main hall like a boiling pot about to explode. Fuming over the cultivation resources he has to hand over because of our bet."
He dramatically flicked his hair with a smug face.
"I, Li Qingmu, am too amazing!"
Gently, he dusted his robe.
"Better not keep him waiting too long."
