"That Sixth Mountain Lord knew how to play back then. He roamed the pleasure boats and won the reputation of the brothel. Many beauties looked forward to him. Tsk, in terms of flirtatiousness, he's comparable to me."
The old man took a sip of the Drunken Flowing Clouds and ate the Eight Treasure Chicken with a smile.
An Le couldn't help but look sideways. "Senior, you also have a good reputation in the brothel?"
"No, but some of my beauties are not human. Sixth Brother doesn't have them." The old man stroked his beard and smiled.
As he smiled, a trace of disappointment appeared in his eyes.
An Le was speechless. His beauties were not human… Perhaps they were demons.
There were demons in this world. Wasn't the previous landlord of the small courtyard a squirrel demoness?
No wonder the old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple was willing to let the squirrel demoness live so close to the Imperial Ancestral Temple. There was indeed a reason.