Slowly walking up the mountain, passing by one courtyard after another, the names on the garden doors of these courtyards all had a hint of antiquity, like "Listening to Rain Hall," "Chanting Wind Pavilion," "Walking in Snow Pavilion," "Ink Fragrance Studio," "Competing Beauty Garden," and so on. Although they didn't go in to take a closer look, several girls still watched with relish.
After passing more than ten courtyards, they finally reached the main hall located halfway up the mountain. At the entrance of the hall, eighteen women were arranged in two rows, waiting respectfully. Although these women differed in skin color, race, and temperament, they all had one thing in common—they were all high-quality beauties in the eyes of ordinary people!
This splendid sight made Tang Feiyan furrow her brows unconsciously, and she asked somewhat displeased, "Skidmore, these aren't virgin servants you found among the blood slaves again, are they?"