"You don't know how to appreciate a favor! This is His Excellency the Cult Master! Hurry over and wait upon him!" Zheng Cao berated with a frigid expression, turning to smile obsequiously at that cult master afterwards. "Please do not mind, Cult Master."
The cult master indifferently looked up at the doorway where Miss Ran stood.
She was an 18 to 19-year-old young lady. Unlike the other gorgeously dressed females in this parlor, she dressed tidily in simple colors.
Her light-colored robe was unlike the other courtesans' that exposed their fair and slender thighs.
This Miss Ran covered herself up very modestly.
Her eyes weren't all that pretty, but when combined with her other facial features, they exuded an attractive charm.
It seemed this Miss Ran possessed a different kind of proud and graceful bearing.
