When Lin Feng rose that Tuesday morning, he hadn't slept at all yet there was not a trace of fatigue on his face.
On the contrary, his eyes were bright, his spirit vigorous, and his entire being seemed filled with boundless energy.
The night had been anything but restful, spent instead in indulgence and passion, as he made sure each of his women was cared for and satisfied in turn.
To him, it wasn't merely pleasure and it felt like a source of strength.
Every time one of them reached the peak of pleasure in his embrace, he could almost feel a surge coursing through his body, as if his he was the strongest being in the entire web of endless multiverses.
It gave him a strange illusion that he was growing stronger with every passing moment, to the point where even the might of all the combined true immortals he'd seen before would seem insignificant in comparison.
