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The four women were like four blooming flowers when they sat down, and all of the cultivators in the hall were itching for their attention. The cultivator seated next to Fang Xing even had a thin layer of sweat form on his forehead as he shook his head and muttered, "These remarkable beauties each with their own uniqueness…. Cultivation and the great Dao can all step aside if I am able to have just one night with them. The Red Order of Bedding, I—Zhou Luwei—will definitely risk my life for one, but whose should I go for? The one for the Dragon King's daughter is certainly not going to be easy…."

Fang Xing was a bit curious after hearing such mutterings. He tilted his head over and asked, "What's the Red Order of Bedding?"

Zhou Luwei looked at Fang Xing before laughing with contempt. "You don't even know that? Go ask someone else!" After Fang Xing's earlier provocation and the disdain Zhou Luwei felt towards such a question, he naturally didn't give a kind answer.