The heavy white steam rising from the ancestral bloodline pond carried a thick aura of ancient power and metallic copper.
Deep within the hidden mountain cleft, the silence that followed the young master's awakening was heavy enough to crush the lungs of any ordinary beast-cultivator.
The maidservants who had not collapsed from the scalding heat were trembling so violently that the silver trays in their hands clattered like dry bones.
Their light silk clothes, entirely soaked through with sweat, stuck to their skin as they lowered their heads toward the stone floor, not daring to look at the figure rising from the center of the crimson water.
Wang slowly stepped out of the boiling, blood-red pond. The water slid off his sculpted, flawless chest like liquid jade, leaving his pale skin unmarked by the intense heat that had just peeled the flesh off the servant girls' arms.
