Her voice carried to the rock wall and died. The qi dome absorbed it. Her son sat in perfect, undisturbed meditation.
Her legs gave out.
Tianlong caught her. He turned her face back toward him, his thumb pressing against her wet cheek.
"He cannot hear you," he said. "He cannot see you. He cannot smell what his mother's cunt smells like right now — soaked, ruined, leaking another man's seed." His thumb traced her jaw. "He is cultivating. Isn't that what you wanted for him?"
Her eyes overflowed. Her lips trembled. She looked at her son one more time, then down at her own body — her dress ruined, her tits exposed and raw, her thighs slick with cum and her own arousal dripping from her gaping cunt.
The Liu mother tried as well. "C-Cai'er! Cai'er, please — mama needs — "
Silence.
Her son's golden aura flickered. He was breaking through. His cultivation was advancing. The very act of Tianlong's qi infusion was accelerating his progress.
