Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
The other woman stood behind Feng Jiu and massaged her shoulders. Not long after, two more won knocked on the door and ca in with snacks and fine wine. They knelt beside them and waited on them.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze glanced at them and said solemnly: “The two of you can retreat. Don’t co in unless you are told to.”
“Yes.” The two won who had brought the snacks and wine in replied respectfully and retreated.
“Where do the beasts fight?” Feng Jiu asked.
“Yes. If Miss is interested, you can place a bet.” The woman who was massaging Feng Jiu’s shoulders said softly: “The green team won the last round. The next round, the red team will send their undefeated double-edged swordsman out to fight.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Jiu was slightly surprised: “This is a fight between n and beasts?” She thought that it was a fight between beasts, but when she heard this, it was obviously a fight between n and beasts.
“It is a fight between n and beasts, the green side are beasts, and the red side are cultivators.” The woman said, and added: “The two sides enter the cage and only when one side dies is the winner determined.”
“This is more cruel than an ordinary fight!”Feng Jiu sighed and looked down. She heard faith voices around her as she was deep in her thoughts.
Not long after, the other woman brought them two cups of tea: “Young Master, Miss, please drink so tea.”
Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu took the tea and when Feng Jiu slt the fragrance of the tea, she smiled: “It seems that the two thousand gold coins is worth it.”
“This is spirit tea.” Xuanyuan Mo Ze said and took a sip: “This spirit tea has a sweet and fragrant aftertaste, the spirit energy flows in the belly. It’s not bad.”
“The water used to make the tea is not ordinary water, am I right?” Feng Jiu glanced at the woman.
“Miss, the water is taken from the snow water of Spirit Sky Mountain, and the tea leaves are taken from the high mountain’s spirit tea. In the entire Si Fang City, this is the only place where you can drink Spirit Mountain Snow Tea.”
“Give the two of them a cup.” Feng Jiu gestured for her to make a cup each for Leng Hua and Luo Yu.
There was a hint of surprise in the woman’s eyes when she heard this, but she responded respectfully: “Yes.”
“Master, does the tea really taste that good? I’ve just tasted the wine, this wine is spirit wine and it tastes very llow. Do you want a cup too?” Luo Yu asked with a loud laugh.
Feng Jiu smiled and said: “No, you two can drink it! Just don’t get drunk.”
“Thank you Master.” The two of them responded. They sat down and drank wine as they watched the dance in the arena in front of them.
It wasn’t until after the dancers left the arena that it was empty and a black iron cage appeared. The height of the black iron cage spanned from the first level to the third level, and took up the entire space in the middle. First, a man in tight fitting clothes appeared.
He held two swords in his hands, and his gray hair was tied up. There were two scars on his face, and his eyes were cold and bloodthirsty. With only a glance at him, Feng Jiu could feel the strong scent of blood that perated from him. His hands must have been contaminated with the many lives he had taken.
Not long after, by the gate of the iron cage, a two-headed lion that seed to have slt the scent of blood, appeared. It grabbed the bars of the iron cage and roared.
“Young Master, Miss, if you want to place your bets, you can do so now.” The woman said softly.
“Massage my legs.” Feng Jiu said, and she drank her tea as she watched the scene below. So of the guests had stood up to look at the scene below.
As she watched, a man on the other side was watching Feng Jiu through the crystal curtain that separated them…
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