The Black Lotus Mercenary Guild...
From the outside, the Black Lotus Mercenary Guild looked like a ruin that refused to collapse—weather-worn stone, cracked sigils, and a formation barrier that flickered like it owed rent.
But inside?
It was alive.
A pungent cocktail of bloodlust, body odor, and broken dreams filled the room like incense. Men with too many scars and women with not enough morals crowded the hall—mercenaries, beastkin, cursed alchemists, demon-blood hybrids, and a few cultivators who smelled like they hadn't bathed since the last heavenly tribulation.
Weapons clinked.
Fists slammed.
A man with a tail was arm-wrestling a woman with tusks.
And in the corner, someone was probably being eaten.
It was beautiful.
But what caught Su Xiaobai's eye?
At the heart of the chaos, behind a reception counter carved from black obsidian—
A woman.
She had the kind of dangerously sweet smile that could either warm your soul or suck it out through your dick.
