Originally, Madam Wang had promised Miss Yi she would only sell her artistic talents, not her body. But if a wealthy patron wanted to buy her for a night, how could Madam Wang refuse? Did she have a grudge against money?
Just as Madam Wang was about to leave, a flash of light appeared in the room, momentarily stunning her.
The middle-aged man in luxurious clothes, slightly drunk, pushed the door open.
Moments later, he roared, “Madam Wang, where is she?!”
Madam Wang peeked in, finding the room empty. The furious middle-aged man glared at her, cold sweat immediately streaming down his forehead…
After that, no one paid her any attention. Yu Yi waited anxiously for a while, picked up the porcelain bottle on the ground and examined it closely. The bottle was not broken, and there was still half a dose of poison left, uncertain if it was enough to be fatal… At this moment, the previous voice spoke again: “If you want to stay, that’s also possible.”
Yu Yi was overjoyed, but from the tone, it seemed she needed to accomplish something to stay. Indeed, the voice continued: “First, do a few things for me. If you complete them successfully, you can stay.”
Yu Yi naturally agreed.
In the next instant, she was no longer in the white room, finding herself beside an official road, with scorching sunlight blazing in her eyes. Yu Yi couldn’t help but squint, realizing it should have been late autumn, yet it felt like the height of summer.
Looking down at her clothes, she saw she was no longer wearing the colorful silk garments from the music house, but a tattered, dirty coarse cloth that had lost its original color.
Yu Yi was momentarily dazed, instantly traveling between the Jingdu Jiaofa, white room, and Jinzhou official road, giving her a dreamlike and illusory feeling, yet everything was undeniably real.
She murmured, “Are you an immortal?” Only such an explanation could make sense of everything she had experienced.
The voice burst into laughter: “An immortal? Haha!”
Yu Yi asked in surprise, “Aren’t you?”
The voice finally suppressed its laughter, still chuckling while saying, “Yes, yes…” Then he coughed and said seriously, “Actually, I am a heavenly god.”
Yu Yi nodded. How else could someone have such great supernatural powers? Only, this heavenly god seemed somewhat peculiar…
