Four Beauties of the Red Convention

Fang Ritian. Paired with the atmosphere and situation, such a name did seem rather mighty and arrogant. Even the cultivators who'd been provoked by Fang Xing earlier subconsciously swept their gaze across the area between his legs; his appearance was normal and his clothing was excessively ordinary, so the only reason he'd be so daring was because of a really powerful skill? Even the innately self-centered sea-snake beast had come specifically to speak with him, so everyone remained silent and watched from the side.

Hearing such a mighty name, the sea-snake beast smirked and also swept her gaze to the area between Fang Xing's legs. A sweet smile formed as she pointed to the upper areas in the hall and softly said, "Fang Ri—this fellow Daoist Fang, Mr. Zhu from Golden Sea Turtle Island has asked me to pass a message to you: he'd like to invite your maid over for a few drinks. If you do not mind, of course, there will be great rewards afterwards…."