The three members of the Songxi Sword Sect had just entered the ruined temple when a middle-aged couple with a child walked in to shelter from the rain.
Both around thirty years old and dressed like ordinary folk, the man looked plain and appeared to be ill with his pallid complexion and unsteady footsteps. He would cough violently after walking just a few steps.
Yet, the woman was quite attractive, and even her coarse hemp clothes could not hide her voluptuous figure, with her pair of watery phoenix eyes expressing charm and allure.
As soon as she entered, many men's eyes lit up, and He Qisheng was especially enthusiastic in his welcome.
"Madam, you can bring your little one over here to warm up by the fire. It's cold—don't let the child catch a chill," he called.
The fire had been lit by people from Xingtong Escort Agency earlier, but now He Qisheng and others had claimed the area for themselves.