The scene was beyond description.
Tang Wen couldn't help but watch with a critical eye for a quarter of an hour.
It wasn't that he didn't want to watch longer. The main issue was that the master of the house only "performed" for a quarter of an hour before his expression soured, practically screaming, 'This is boring,' and 'You women, get off me.'
The courtyard to the right was pitch-black. Black Death Grass forced its way through the cracks between the flagstones, and only a single, flickering lamp remained lit at the gatehouse.
It looked like it had been abandoned for a long time.
Tang Wen landed in the middle courtyard.
The man shooed away the attending women, his aged face etched with deep exhaustion.
He downed a cup of Tiger Bone Wine, wrapped his robe tightly around himself, and went into the inner room to sleep.
This was an old and frail Veteran Extraordinary.
Worn down by years of wine and women, it was hard to say how much of his combat strength remained.
