Yujing City, Emerald Cloud Tower.
Red clouds filled the sky, golden waves covered the sea, and the sun, like boiling water in a furnace, burst forth in a brilliant golden light, illuminating the interior of the tower.
The entire room was very large, with a screen partitioning off the left side, but one could still vaguely see a zither and a pipa.
Only the head of the ancient zither was exposed, and though its color appeared dark and old—not at all matching the rest of the room's exquisite and rich style—it still carried an elegant simplicity.
Inside the tower sat a stunningly beautiful woman.
The woman wore a light green blouse, her eyebrows curved, her small nose slightly upturned, her face as white as jade, glorying like the morning sun, with a string of bright pearls around her neck casting a faint halo that made her face seem even more delicately sculpted.
This was indeed the Oiran of the Emerald Cloud Tower.