Outside the window, dark clouds gathered, and fierce winds roared, heralding an impending storm.
The ladies of the Flower Moon Building were taking shelter from the rain on the wooden pavilion of the massive painted boat, their gazes fixed on a guest room aboard.
"Ms. Zhu... is feasting solo again."
"I've never seen such a pretty girl before."
"That's from the Immortal Sect, you think."
"Come on, this time it's hard to say Pingniang is feasting solo, after all, she comes from the Immortal Sect... There must be some serious business, right? They've specially come this time, not for you to just gawk at."
"Exactly, if you anger the Immortal Sect girl, let's see how you'll deal with that."
The ladies laughed and suddenly, some with sharp eyes froze for a second, pointing their fingers at the stormy lake.
"What's that! Look over there!"
"What are you looking at?"
The group of ladies turned to look, and they too froze in astonishment.
