With a straight posture and heels clicking, Wu Qi followed the elegantly dressed crowd, a sense of pride welling up inside her.1

Unfortunately, her phone had been confiscated. If she snapped a photo of herself attending such a private gathering with nobles, she could flaunt it to her circle of friends and bask in their admiration—an immensely satisfying thought.0

The doors to the reception hall opened. Wu Qi quickly scanned the hall's interior. When she spotted the various firearms laid out on the gold-threaded wooden table, her pupils shrank sharply. As an entertainer, she rarely came into contact with real weap...0