The dilapidated and decaying tavern was deserted.
In the silent surroundings, only Shen Bai and Red Makeup were present.
The floor was thick with dust. In the windless tavern, not a single speck stirred.
Red Makeup held a teacup. With her other hand, she held back her sleeve as she placed the cup on the table, ensuring the red fabric did not touch the tabletop.
"My catalyst is the Mysterious City."
After saying this, Red Makeup gently brushed her index finger across her rosy lips, wiping away the glistening droplets of tea.
She seemed just like a living person, and with every glance, she exuded a classical beauty that was not of this world.
Her red robes were the color of blood, but the way her left hand held the sleeve of her right, grasping it gently, made the color seem exceptionally soft and alluring.
Shen Bai narrowed his eyes, his hand rubbing the hilt of Cold Moon. "Your catalyst is the Mysterious City," he said. "So what needs to be done, and what's in it for me?"
