Li Jiao
Lu Zhen entered the palace as an even stronger aroma wafted into his nose. However, Lu Zhen remained unmoving, unaffected by the assault of the aroma, like a towering tower that stood against all things.
His crimson eyes reflected the pink color as everything in his vision was made of pink, even the walls and the floor, along with the furnishings, were brightly pink.
"These women really like pink," Lu Zhen mused to himself with some amusement.
As he made his way, just like the brothel, there were many profane pictures and statues of women on the neatly decorated walls.
Suddenly, a woman with shimmering purple hair in an alluring hairstyle approached him, emitting an aura of maturity. She looked at Lu Zhen with sheer astonishment as her body trembled instinctively.
Gulp!
Li Jiao gulped down her saliva and hurriedly bowed. "I greet the leader."
Lu Zhen just nodded his head as he deeply looked at her with his crimson gaze.