In just a few days, he took in over a dozen concubines, indulging day and night in revelry, impossibly debauched.
Lu Chengfeng deliberately spread the rumor that he favored widows to cover up the traces he left before. These few days he truly indulged in a revolving door of women, tasting all kinds of different pleasures, losing himself in the softness of feminine embrace, forgetting about the passage of time.
Zhu Yuxian initially thought he had some scheme or was using this to practice his skills, but seeing him live such a hedonistic lifestyle, she was nearly driven to fury.
It was already July 14th, and the Lord of Youdu would arrive the next day, yet Lu Chengfeng was still buried in a pile of women, immersed in fragrances and softness, gathering a dozen women together in such a scandalous display.
Zhu Yuxian, seething with anger, stormed into Lu Chengfeng's room, grabbed the Red Flood Dragon Sword discarded to the side, and swung it toward Lu Chengfeng's lower body.
