Although Qinghong Flower Tower is located in a remote corner northeast of the Heart Beast Black Market, its foot traffic is no less than that of the Treasure Pavilion.
Li Mo had been frequenting the black market for years, yet this was his first visit to Qinghong Flower Tower.
What he hadn't expected was that Qinghong Flower Tower was closely tied to Han Cai—a connection nearly impossible to reconcile.
As Li Mo approached the Flower Tower, the doubts in his heart dissipated like smoke.
In the cultivation world, the flesh trade could only be conducted by doctors.
The alley was suffused with the overpowering scents of rouge and powder, mingling with the pungent stench of decay—a true assault on one's sense of smell.
The Flower Tower had two stories, with lanterns hanging from the eaves, their fiery red glow flickering in the darkness like a veiled mist.
"My lord."
"My lord, please come inside."
