Motan raised his foot and kicked two perfectly round eyeballs, walking past a torn painting exuding a pale fog from being sliced in two by some sharp blade, and said casually, "And the owner here is two young and beautiful women. Of course, in most people's eyes, there's only one mistress here. Her name is Ruosi, Ruosi Broad."
Feather Song wrinkled her nose, trying to fend off the strange smell pervading the air while asking, "How do you know that?"
"From asking those kind-hearted people who love sharing interesting stories with the curious."
Motan casually replied, then turned to glance at Feather Song, lazily reminding, "By the way, you're about to step on the rib of one of those kind-hearted people... Oh well, you already stepped on her ribs."
"Ah!!!"
