After another deeply intense session that left the Matriarch utterly drained and entirely subservient, Shen Yu walked out of the central pavilion of the Jin Estate. He paused on the grand marble steps, his hands clasped loosely behind his back as he looked out over the horizon.
The sun was just beginning to set over Thousand Waves City. The sky was bleeding an intense, brilliant crimson, the last dying rays of light painting the clouds in the color of fresh blood. To Shen Yu, it was a perfectly beautiful environment, a fitting, poetic omen foretelling the absolute fate of the Peng Clan.
He descended the steps and entered the shadow-wood carriage waiting for him in the courtyard.
"Uncle Fu," Shen Yu said smoothly as he sat back against the velvet cushions. "Take me to the headquarters of the Jade Spring Hall."
"Yes, Young Master," the old driver replied, his voice thick with a profound, unshakeable respect.
