Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The twelve groups of maidens stood in a formation resembling an olive tree flower at the center of the snow-covered plaza, which was serving as an elegant stage.

A man in black formal attire appeared out of nowhere, like the Prince of the Night from the Snow Elves’ Kingdom. He danced skillfully, leaving footprints of different depths on the snow as he approached Asha’ruiya, who was also appeared very charming and noble.

He flicked out a black olive tree flower from nowhere, like he was performing a magic trick. He first kissed Asha’ruiya on the back of her hand, then placed the flower behind her ear.

The black olive tree flower turned white instantly. Asha’ruiya, who was as still as a statue, came to life abruptly.

“Holy crap, who the Hell is that guy?” Zhao Manyan’s eyes widened. He stared at the man in the black attire who was dancing so flirtatiously.

“I would like to know too. Didn’t they say there were only women!?” Mo Fan wondered aloud.

The maidens came to life and began dancing too. Their flexible motions soon enticed the watching crowd to fall into a sea of beautiful waists and legs filled with soothing singing voices. Everything was divinely beautiful.

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The ceremony ended at sunset. Even though Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan enjoyed it and had a better understanding of the Parthenon Temple and its Goddess, they found the man in the black attire extremely annoying.

“He won’t be an ordinary person if he can dance with the maidens to show off to the others at such a sacred ceremony!” Zhao Manyan fondled his jaw as he began to speculate the identity of the man whom the whole city was now envious of.

As a matter of fact, when the man in a black attire showed up, almost every man’s heart was broken. The twelve groups of one hundred and forty-four maidens were supposed to belong to everyone, including the Saintess who was standing so motionless. However, when the man appeared, it felt like all their adorable feet, beautiful faces, and long legs belonged to him, as if he was the king of a kingdom of women!

“Seriously, didn’t the Parthenon Temple consider our feelings? The rat stool has ruined the whole pot of soup. It’s disgusting!” Mo Fan scowled.

“Brother, you have known the Parthenon Temple for some time. The Parthenon Temple actually practices female supremacy, but they allowed a man to be involved in such an important ceremony and dance with a Saintess. He must have an insanely powerful background!” Zhao Manyan conjectured.

“So he was not part of the ceremony?” Mo Fan asked suspiciously.

“The ceremonies of the Parthenon Temple do not involve men. Their obsession with female supremacy is on par with the Alps Institute. There’s only one reason why they would let a man be a part of it…” Zhao Manyan analyzed. “Have you heard of placement marketing? Like a popular TV drama suddenly showing some weird logos or odd dialogue?”

“You’re saying that the Parthenon Temple is advertising that man?” Mo Fan asked curiously.

“Something like that. Either way, that man is no ordinary person. The Parthenon Temple doesn’t even bother paying any attention to a renowned clan like mine, which is as rich as a country, let alone put a man into their ceremony. Mo Fan, I’m afraid you won’t stand a chance, at least in Asha’ruiya’s eyes,” Zhao Manyan consoled him.

“Like I care! She can hook up with whoever she wants. It’s none of my business,” Mo Fan retorted promptly.

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They happened to bump into the maidens who were returning to the mountain on their way to the Parthenon Temple. The women were in high spirits after the ceremony. They seemed livelier when they were talking casually after losing the stern appearance they had earlier on the streets.

It was getting dark, but the Parthenon Temple was holding a feast in the Hall of Faith. The one hundred and forty-four maidens were going to be there, including some guests who came from far away.

Kris knew Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan would be here. He led them to the Hall of Faith.

Muse Pelina was with them, too. Mo Fan was Xinxia’s closest relative. She was not permitted to leave the mountain, but it was necessary for a Muse to welcome her family. Pelina and Mo Fan knew one another too, so Xinxia had sent her over.

Mo Fan always felt annoyed by the rules of the Parthenon Temple. He had to pass through many checkpoints just to see Xinxia, unless he did it secretly at night. The biggest checkpoint was none other than the old woman Tata. She was the last person to want Mo Fan and Xinxia to see one another.

Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan happened to visit the Parthenon Temple as it was holding an important ceremony. They were going to join the feast without a doubt, since they loved getting into all the action!

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The feast held by the Parthenon Temple had lots of rules, too. The two simply chose a corner with a great view of the place so they could enjoy watching the beautiful women and the food.

“There, that one, I already noticed her on the street. I will never get enough of her slim and fair legs, even if I play with them for the whole night!” Zhao Manyan pointed at one of the maidens who had changed her attire.

“If your focus on magic was as brilliant as your ability to hunt down beautiful ladies, we wouldn’t have struggled so much in the Pyramid… what about the purple stewardess?” Mo Fan said.

“I prefer this more. Come, let’s approach her together. She has some friends with her. I can’t handle them all by myself,” Zhao Manyan said.

Teasing beautiful ladies was an offer that Mo Fan would never turn down!

Mo Fan had always been impressed by Zhao Manyan’s shamelessness. His flirting skill was top-notch, too. He could easily blend in with the women with just a few words. Most women emphasized a man’s looks, and Zhao Manyan’s face of an assh*** was their favorite type.

Mo Fan believed he was different. He was solely relying on his personal charm!

“Did you two try to sneak in here? Why didn’t you cut the tags on your suits?”

“Ugh… we rented them. We wouldn’t be able to return them if we cut the tags!”

The women were amused at the reply.

The maidens of the Parthenon Temple were very knowledgeable. They were not mocking Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan with laughter. They just did not expect to see someone so amusing at the feast.

“Look, the Night Prince is here, he’s so handsome!” a maiden who was only sixteen years old blurted out in excitement.

“Yeah, he’s so handsome. I would like to dance with him too!” the maiden whom Zhao Manyan had his eyes on said.

Zhao Manyan twisted his lips, obviously hurt by the comparison.