The jailers were all bunched up together. When Zu An saw how high the tents around their trousers were, he idly wondered if their butts would get hurt once they regained consciousness.

He suddenly noticed something. The trousers on one of those guys seemed rather flat. He felt great sympathy for that man. If even one of the world’s most powerful aphrodisiacs doesn’t work on you, what’s the point in carrying on with life?[1]

After completing these tasks, Zu An went to work on the golden-armored guards, stripping them of their clothing and armor. He stored their corpses into the Brilliant Glass Bead.

He hadn’t resorted to using weapons earlier because he had been worried that the blood might splatter onto the armor and stain them. This might cause unnecessary trouble if they met with any inspections when they tried to leave the palace...