「Within the Yun Mansion.」
Inside a tall, luxurious building, glazed tiles cast a dazzling light while gold and silver glittered brilliantly. All sorts of strange ornaments were on display; though their purpose was unclear, their exquisite craftsmanship immediately marked them as extraordinary.
Zhao Rui had been tossed onto the room's bluestone floor. He lay face down, his nose pressed flat, unable to move.
"The Matriarch is divinely powerful!"
The group of middle-aged women in the room watched Zhao Rui with curiosity. One with a feisty personality walked right up, extended a delicate foot, and gave him a light kick.
She giggled. "Matriarch, if Ling'Er were to see this, wouldn't her heart just ache for him?"
"He looks so handsome and talented, and his strength is quite impressive. Matriarch, even I am starting to feel sorry for him!"
After speaking, a young madam actually reached out and slapped Zhao Rui on the backside before pulling him to his feet.
