In the Fierce Evil Forest Ridge, the tavern was a chaotic, noisy mess, like a lively graveyard.
After only a moment of clamor, a woman in a simple cloth skirt and thorn hairpin was shoved outside.
It was freezing cold outside, the river frozen thick with ice, yet the woman's full thighs were exposed, her pale, smooth skin faintly visible beneath her tattered skirt.
She leaned against the doorframe, waving incessantly.
"Come on in and have some fun, fellas!"
"We've got wine, we've got meat, and even more... fun to be had."
Down the earthen slope, Jiang Yi tied the two horses to a tree and frowned.
"Who could possibly be fooled by such a crude trick?"
Yang Xun grinned.
"It's more than enough for a scoundrel like He the Venerable."
Jiang Yi looked up again. In the time it took to exchange those few words, He the Venerable had already swayed his way into the tavern. Jiang Yi was speechless.
