It wasn't until late at night that Cultivators began to trickle out of the brightly lit Hundred Treasures Pavilion. The exchange meet, which had lasted for the better part of the day, was finally drawing to a close.
As the Cultivators departed and the maids withdrew, only Chu Mu and the young woman were left in the hall.
Chu Mu continued to drink leisurely by himself. The Spirit Wine from the Hundred Treasures Pavilion was very much to his liking. It was spicy on the tongue, burned like fire going down his throat, and exploded in his stomach. A scorching heat swept through him, then instantly transformed into a warmth that enveloped his entire body.
"Yue'Er, another pot of wine."
When she finished pouring another pot of wine, the young woman set down the pitcher and called toward the door.
"That won't be necessary."
Chu Mu raised his hand to stop her.
The young woman was slightly taken aback.
Chu Mu rose to his feet and added a reminder:
