Ten minutes later.
The teacup used for respecting the master lay half-toppled on the ground. The remaining "tea" coated the smooth inner walls of the cup, the remnants pooling together and trickling towards the rim...
The disciple, Ye Feng, sat calmly in his chair.
The master he had just pledged himself to, however, was kneeling before him in a humiliating posture.
Ye Feng said, "Master, to avoid any misunderstanding, I must explain. Controlling the duration is a man's specialty. Even before I came to this world, I was already a cut above the average man."
Jingliu wiped the corner of her mouth.
The peerless swordswoman's face was as cold as the moon. Her cherry lips, stained with a crystalline liquid, were now a vibrant, luscious red.
Jingliu listened silently to her wicked disciple's explanation, not replying. She just knelt quietly on the ground, clad in the cicada-wing thin silk robe.
Ye Feng suddenly reached out and pulled down the left side of her blindfold, revealing one eye.
"Such a bone-chillingly cold eye, filled with an aloof and proud aura. It makes this disciple want to warm it up. That's why I had you drink it while it was hot, Master."
Jingliu's eyes, like a thin winter mist, held an icy chill as she gazed at the wicked disciple she had just accepted.
"Alright, the master-respecting tea has been drunk, the ceremony is complete. Now it is time to fulfill your wish, Master."
Ye Feng stood up and pointed to a building not far away.
"I imagine you will need time to prepare, Master. I will wait for you there."
With that, Ye Feng walked off, leaving Jingliu kneeling alone on the spot.
Her blindfold was half-off, traces of fluid remained at the corner of her mouth, and her hair stuck messily to her face, a chaotic element in her cold beauty.
She looked like a broken statue of a goddess.
A night breeze drifted by, not cold, rustling the silk curtains hanging in the building.
Ye Feng waited quietly for Jingliu's arrival.
Yes.
Jingliu had to do all of this of her own volition.
After all, Ye Feng was in no hurry.
He closed his eyes to rest, unconcerned with the passage of time.
Finally.
At the edge of the night, a figure like an immortal, like mist, approached.
Jingliu carried an ancient lantern, its dim light illuminating her cold face.
The peerless swordswoman walked into the jade palace. The faint moonlight elongated her figure, casting a graceful silhouette upon a folding screen.
As she passed a window, the night breeze drifted through the carved lattice, stirring the hem of her robe, making it flutter as if she might ride the wind and depart at any moment.
Ye Feng quietly watched his beautiful master.
Outside the window, the moonlight was like silver, bathing her in a faint halo. She, too, watched her disciple quietly, a trace of a complex emotion in her eyes. It seemed a thousand thoughts swirled within, yet none could be spoken.
At this moment, she was as beautiful as an immortal in a painting, yet as lonely as a shadow beneath the moon.
"Hiss..."
Ye Feng took an exaggerated, sharp breath.
"Do you know, Master?"
Ye Feng sat in a high seat like a proud king, his right fist propping up the side of his face, a wicked smile on his lips.
"The colder she is, the more I want to see her burn with passion; the purer she is, the more I want to defile her; the more aloof she is, the more I want to drag her into the abyss of pleasure... And you, Master, have all of these qualities."
"I know. That is the kind of person you are."
Jingliu's voice was calm, without the slightest ripple.
"You knew what kind of rough treatment awaited you, yet you still came?"
"Noisy. More words are useless."
Jingliu thought this wicked disciple talked too much.
If he thought he could shake her heart with mere words, he was truly naive.
Ye Feng smiled and snapped his fingers.
"Alright, since you've said so, Master... then please bear with me for a bit. I've always wanted to try this with a swordswoman."
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
The gauze curtains in the building, which had been swaying in the night breeze, suddenly danced like tentacles, tightly binding the white-haired beauty's hands behind her back and hoisting her high, nearly perpendicular to the ground.
But heavy shackles were placed on her legs, forcing Jingliu's long, jade-like limbs into a 120-degree split she could not close.
Her once-bare feet had been replaced by crystal high heels at some point. Now, she could only press her entire body weight onto the tips of her toes, a posture that perfectly showcased the curves of her slender figure. The two firm mounds on her chest defied gravity, showing no signs of sagging.
Ye Feng rose and walked before Jingliu, admiring her graceful form.
Jingliu's body was truly beautiful. Under the dim light, enhanced by the sheen of her sweat, she looked incredibly alluring.
Especially with the black gauze blindfold, which accentuated a certain attribute that made one's blood boil.
Ye Feng's nose twitched slightly. He caught Jingliu's faint, clean scent. It wasn't strong, just wisps of fragrance that were exceptionally enticing, like seeing an early plum blossom in the beginning of winter, leaning in slightly to catch the faint scent from its heart.
"Well then, Master, this disciple will now fulfill his filial duty to you."
Jingliu's beautiful, cold face remained unchanged, but her chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing. Her entire being seemed to be asleep in a crack in time.
... ...
Raiden Ei was contemplating again.
Now, whenever she encountered an incomprehensible problem, she would lock herself away in the "Plane of Euthymia" to meditate and deduce.
However, it was all useless.
After all, if she truly had a talent for "thinking," she wouldn't have sat idly for five hundred years after her sister's death, accomplishing nothing.
But besides thinking and thinking again, what else could Raiden Ei do?
She couldn't do anything.
The biggest problem now was the "Sustainer of Heavenly Principles" who had appeared earlier. She had brought a premonition of calamity and darkness.
And that... indescribable existence she had met in that "world beyond," could he give her the power to resist all threats, and even revive her sister and departed friends?
The choice was simply too easy.
But because it was so easy, Raiden Ei was hesitant, unable to make a firm decision.
It was too dreamlike.
Raiden Ei had a sense of unreality.
She wondered, if that indescribable existence was deceiving her, what "value" did she possess that was worth deceiving?
If he could truly annihilate the "Sustainer of Heavenly Principles" with ease and revive a dead "god," did she really have anything that he could covet?
The naive girl tossed and turned but couldn't figure it out.
But then again, the "customs" of his world were truly strange.
Raiden Ei once again rubbed her thigh forcefully with her hand. That slick, warm sensation still refused to dissipate.
To hold a strange gelatinous object in one's mouth and then tie it to one's thigh, is there truly such a way of showing hospitality?
"No... now is not the time to be thinking about such trivial matters..."
Floating a meter off the ground, Raiden Ei opened her eyes and rubbed the space between her brows.