"Spirit stones are not an issue. Is this enough?" Qin Hao tossed ten thousand low-grade spirit stones to the brothel madam.
The madam beamed with joy, "That's enough. Miss Xian Yin has another engagement shortly."
She hurriedly led Qin Hao to a small courtyard behind a pavilion. The courtyard featured a garden, pavilions, and corridors, creating a pleasing view.
Led by the madam, Qin Hao arrived at the second floor of the pavilion.
The madam knocked on the door, "Miss Xian Yin, you have a guest."
"Come in," a clear and lovely voice answered from inside, like a yellow oriole emerging from a valley, melodious and lingering.
Hearing the voice was like seeing the person. Qin Hao was also stunned by the voice, so beautiful.
The madam opened the door with a smile, "Please come in, sir."
Qin Hao entered, and the madam closed the door behind him.
