The heavy, incense-laden air of the VIP suite was completely silent, save for the ragged, desperate panting of the Golden Core Matriarch.
Meng Yan lay utterly dazed against the silk sheets. Her eyes were glazed over, her mind completely blanked by the world-shattering intensity of her climax. The volatile Lunar Fire that had tortured her for decades had been violently purged, leaving her body feeling impossibly light, empty, and terrifyingly hungry for more.
Standing above her, Shen Yu took a deep, silent breath. The Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture roared to life within his meridians, hungrily devouring the massive, invisible tidal wave of supreme Yin Qi that had flooded from her core. As he assimilated the Matriarch's energy, converting the freezing Yin into pure, roaring Yang, he felt a sudden, distinct crack within his Dantian.
