The fight came to a swift conclusion, leaving Luo Bingbing utterly exhausted, collapsing in a heap.
Even for a cultivator like her, battling against an unrelenting onslaught of adversaries proved impossible. After all, she lacked the formidable power of some of her peers.
"Master, what shall we do with her?" Raven inquired, perched on Xia Tian's lap as he sat on his throne-like chair, relishing the grapes she fed him.
Raven's playful movements pressed her rear against his lap. Though she initially felt a hint of bashfulness, it quickly gave way to shamelessness.
Witnessing this display, the assembled thugs frowned, but dared not utter a word. They anxiously awaited Raven's command. She had successfully mastered their submission.
Xia Tian contemplated a plan and suggested, "Take her and confine her in the basement. Deprive her of food, water, and strip her of all clothing."
