The autumn rain made it feel like fall, striking right at the heart.
In the nineteenth year of Yong Tai's reign, such a rain had fallen before.
It was amidst this drizzling night rain that two young swordsmen arrived at a place called "Dream Tower".
This place was one of the most famous brothels in the Capital, thriving with business and bustling with music and song every night.
Of course, the youths didn't come here for pleasure but for business—tonight, Lin Yuancheng and Linghu Xiang had an appointment with a broker to negotiate a transaction here.
"Wow! What kind of wind brings two such handsome young masters our way today? Come, come, girls, hurry over to greet them!" No sooner had Little Lin and Linghu stepped through the door when the old madam of Dream Tower came up to them, cooing with a flattering smile.
She hadn't even finished speaking when four girls, swift as lightning, surrounded the two young heroes.
