Black Wind Village, a hall filled with redwood furniture, with desk items neatly arranged, shelves lined with antiques, a layout completely unfit for a bandit hideout.
Five alluring ladies, each with their unique charms, seemingly enjoying tea and pastries together, yet the atmosphere was quite delicate beneath the surface.
Accompanying the ladies in the hall were three young men, each with distinct expressions; one sat coldly and indifferently, with arms crossed, showing complete disregard for the subtle tensions in the air, his demeanor reminiscent of Jiang Dali's silent moments.
Another young man had long silky hair, appearing well-behaved and considerate, his stature and age seemingly smaller than the other two, sitting upright listening to the ladies boast about the Black Wind Village Chief's past glories.
