The deeper they walked into the forest, the clearer the lewd voices became.
Listening closely, that kind of doggerel poem reappeared.
How fair the Pleasure Garden lies,
Where secrets bloom 'neath bamboo skies.
Soft cries of lords and maidens blend,
And rewards from Master shall never end.
[I'm really curious about the master of these strange people. What kind of person do you think it is? So playful?]
Ling Yan completely ignored Mu Yuan. The two followed the four and soon arrived before a tall building entirely constructed of bamboo.
Such a structure, a colossal building made purely of bamboo of varying thickness and length, was a miracle in this world.
In Ling Yan's eyes, calling it a bamboo villa would be more accurate.
This enormous bamboo house covered a vast area, large enough to accommodate at least twenty of the newly built wooden houses Mu Yuan had constructed on Snow Gate Island.
Moreover, this bamboo house was a two-story structure.
