Romeo sat comfortably inside his premium wooden booth.
He casually observed the highly degenerate, pathetic spectacle unfolding across the underground tavern through the two tiny eye holes of his white bedsheet.
The entire room was filled with weeping, drunken ghosts complaining loudly about their tragic dual-cultivation lives.
"My wife brought a 'personal spiritual massage therapist' into our courtyard today!" one ghost cried into his ale. "The massage session lasted for four whole hours behind locked doors! She was screaming so loudly I had to cover my ears!"
"Stay strong, brother! That is a profound cuckold tribulation!" another ghost patted his shoulder sympathetically.
"I achieved a supreme personal record today, brothers!" a third ghost proudly announced to his table. "I managed to last exactly three whole seconds before my Yang essence exploded! My jade beauty only sighed twice before turning her back to me!"
"Heavens above! Three whole seconds?!"
