Shen Yu Yang was no stranger to Star Cloud Pavilion; he had more than one lover there, and that was quite normal. After all, who else could say their maternal uncle was one of the five Great Elders of the Outer Court at Star Cloud Pavilion?
Many ordinary female disciples of Star Cloud Pavilion longed to cling to Shen Yu Yang, this mighty tree.
"Damn this ghastly weather."
Shen Yu Yang stepped out from Elder Xingxuan's courtyard.
Following closely behind him was a servant holding an umbrella for him.
But even with the umbrella, his clothes were still soaked by the rainwater.
"Master, which beauty are you planning to visit?" The servant beside him couldn't help asking, envious.
Having followed Shen Yu Yang for many years, the servant knew well what kind of man he was—he certainly was going to meet a lover. Shen Yu Yang had seven or eight lovers in the Star Cloud Pavilion alone, a thought that made one green with envy and resentment.
