Zhiying: ?

In a private room in the Inkstone Tower.

The girl in white sat silently at the head of the table, carrying a gorgeous sword of gold and silver at her waist. Her exquisite and beautiful face was expressionless, but there was a faint confusion in her black and white eyes.

Two seemingly ordinary Soul Formation stage Immortal cultivators were kneeling before him.

They all looked like they were in their thirties or forties, wearing the same Daoist robe, a purple-gold crown, and a long sword with a tassel at their waists. They seemed to be from the same sect.

Of these two Immortal cultivators, one was tall and had handsome brows and bright eyes. He had the elegant demeanor of a scholar, and the folding fan in his hand was folded, which did not look out of place in a brothel.

The other man had a square face, sharp features, and a cold expression, but he looked like an upright man who had been dragged into a brothel by the previous person.