"Lord Saint, I've heard that a human has arrived at the altar of Jiutong Mountain," cooed a courtesan from the Spring Fragrance Pavilion, snuggling into the Saint's embrace. "I've never seen a member of the Human Race before."
The Saint opened his eyes and smiled, "Then go see for yourself."
"But I am not qualified," the elven woman spoke up, "Bai He had previously visited and ended up being rudely dismissed by Pudas, losing face. For someone of my status, it's even less possible."
The Saint had originally not bothered with the woman by his side; after all, she was just a courtesan. Though the Eternal Race was lascivious, the general consensus towards women from the Spring Fragrance Pavilion was unified—few were really willing to do much for these women; money was already the greatest reward they could offer.
Speaking of humans, the Saint had encountered them twice in his long life, and both had left profound impressions on him.
