The carriage that came to welcome Li Changhe was extremely luxurious, looking more like a glittering gold-encrusted cabin.
It was drawn by six beautiful white horses. On the streets of Xuan City, it quickly attracted the attention of passersby. Such splendor was obviously reserved for the nobles of the inner city of Xuan City.
While people were speculating about the identity of the person inside the carriage,
the leader of the welcoming party, the Priestess of Spring, had left the procession.
She entered a room where two women, also dressed in red robes, were waiting for her.
One woman had thick bandages wrapped around her wrist, while another woman had faint red eyeshadow at the corners of her eyes that made her look extremely seductive.
"How is it? Is there a problem with this man?" asked the woman with bandages on her wrist. If Li Changhe was there, he would recognize she was the red-robed woman who had descended into the Bottom Nest the previous night.