With the final circulation complete, Wang Jian withdrew his hands, leaving Lu Rong'er trembling, both from the unleashed power and the unsettling intimacy he had violated. Shame warred with the newfound strength thrumming within her.
"Open your eyes, Princess," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of triumph. "How do you feel?"
Lu Rong'er met his gaze, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions – anger, confusion, and a touch of awe. The power coursing through her was undeniable. It was stronger, faster, and felt more natural than ever before.
"I… I feel different," she stammered, struggling to articulate the maelstrom within her.
A slow smile spread across Wang Jian's face.
