"Welcome, patrons, right this way," an attendant in a long gray robe said enthusiastically.
Upon entering the Lanxiang Pavilion, the first thing they saw was an opulent lintel inlaid with magnificent floral patterns and intertwined dragons and phoenixes. The light was reddish, casting a somewhat suggestive glow.
Before them was a wide, bright corridor. Its walls were adorned with exquisite embroidered screens and various paintings and calligraphy. Silks hung from the ceiling—pale yellow drapes, colorful tassels, and gold and silver ornaments that shimmered with a soft glow.
On either side were areas for drinking and merrymaking. There were wealthy young masters in lavish clothes, simply dressed Mountain Patrols, and rugged, powerfully built Martial Artists, all carousing while being served by glamorous women.
