The girls practically shivered with delight as his deep voice washed over them.
Hearing the legendary Golden Paragon acknowledge their beauty and admit that their presence rewarded him was like fuel poured directly onto the fire of their obsession.
Mu Rongxue shifted closer, her thigh brushing flat against Shen Yu's knee. The sheer crimson silk of her gown parted slightly, her eyes wide and glassy with absolute adoration.
"If the path of cultivation is arduous, Young Master, then let us ease the burden. We are more than willing to give you everything we have, our bodies, our souls, our families' loyalty. Anything to ensure your grand ascent."
"Yes, Young Master Tang!" He Lan added hastily, her face burning a brilliant pink, terrified of being outdone by her friends in her own circle.
She reached out with trembling, delicate fingers, gently picking up a crystal chalice filled with glowing, aged spiritual wine. She held it up toward his lips with a submissive, bowing posture.
