A courtyard in the small town, different from other buildings in the town, is built lavishly. Amid the jade tiles and flying eaves, a stream flows through the courtyard. Around the courtyard, squads of black-clad martial artists patrol, a sense of bloodthirstiness permeating them, evidently having many lives on their hands.
In the shadows, numerous experts also guard, constantly watching the surroundings without a moment's relaxation.
The innermost part of the courtyard houses a large hall, occupying a quarter of the courtyard's land.
Inside the large hall.
Several young women are singing and dancing gracefully, their long sleeves revealing patches of snow-white skin like coagulated fat. In their eyes, hints of endless despair and apathy can be glimpsed.
"Good, good, good!"
