Yuanzhou, Capital City.
Han Li was currently disguised as a refined middle-aged man, dressed in blue, with a piece of green jade hanging from his waist and a folding fan in his hand, appearing like a suave scholar.
He was sitting in a private room on the ninth floor of the renowned Drunken Immortal Pavilion in the Capital City, drinking wine, listening to music, and watching the dance.
In front of him, there were two young beauties, one playing the zither with her delicate hands strumming the strings, producing a melodious and lively sound that seemed to echo through a thousand fleeting years; the other danced gracefully, her skirts billowing as if she were a fluttering butterfly, as supple as a willow, a delight to the eyes.
Both women were attractive, but they lacked talent, so Han Li didn't even consider taking them as concubines.
"Well done, worthy of reward!"
Han Li clapped his hands and threw out a bag of Spirit Stones, containing several dozen Lower Grade Spirit Stones.