Everyone says that Sword Immortals are heartless, severing worldly ties with a single stroke. But Lin Zixiao, the white-robed Sword Immortal among the Four Great Sword Immortals, slipped into the Imperial City’s most extravagant pleasure house, the Drunken Immortal Tower, one night.
He summoned the courtesan and spent a fortune, all to win a smile from the beauty.
“You said Sword Immortals don’t visit brothels?”
Lin Zixiao reclined against the beauty’s lap, his long sword lifting the edge of her robe. He smiled more tenderly than a spring breeze. “Well, here I am.”
