Under the guidance of a servant, Huang Xiaolong and Duanmu Wei entered the loft.
A very spacious hall greeted them, at the entrance stood two rows of girls, looking exquisite like sculptures made of jade. They were playing instruments such as lutes, zithers, and hulusi. The music that drifted through the air demonstrated extremely high skill, truly a blend of beauty and artistry.
On both sides of the hall, people sat on the floor with a mahogany table in front of each, bearing wine. Not all seats were taken, indicating that some were still yet to arrive.
Among those seated were familiar figures, including Han Shaozhang, Yin Ma, and Mo Shaoxin, as well as some extraordinary young men and women Huang Xiaolong had never encountered. Each bore an ethereal beauty and sat there calmly, yet they resembled dormant volcanoes ready to exhibit devastating power at any moment!