When night fell, colorful and dazzling lights illuminated the capitals, especially at Supreme Beauty. The cultivators visiting the capital were virtually all present. One could see prodigies arriving on their flying beasts.

The calling power of the prettiest woman in the world far exceeded a sect master at the Giant level. Many proud geniuses were coming to see her.

There were many floating buildings in this place with courtesans playing music - precious like water and as fine as a crafted piece of literature. This was a scene of heavens as far as the eyes can see. They teased the cultivators on the ground; all wanted to go up for a better listen.

“Wait, isn’t this our home court, why aren’t we going through the main door?” Bi Ningshuai was still wearing his green-doves uniform with the crest.

They were at the back entrance, much shabbier compared to the majestic front. This was a place for servants...