The bright moon shone resplendently, its faint silver glow illuminating a deep, secluded valley where a clear spring trickled gently over the stones.
The spring water flowed down the mountain slope, forming a small river about ten feet wide that meandered slowly out of the valley.
Within the valley stood several quaint and exquisite pavilions. A group of graceful young women in sheer, flowing skirts danced elegantly beneath the moonlight, their figures a vision of ethereal beauty.
Chu Mu leaned against the window, a hint of intoxication in his eyes. Behind him, several stunningly beautiful young women attended to his every need.
He downed a cup of Spirit Wine. The moment his cup was empty, another young woman stepped forward with a wine pot and refilled it.
Their every posture and expression was one of flawless deference.
