Argon finds himself back inside the tower, specifically on the special floor reserved for him. The moment he arrives, he barely has time to settle before Isadora and Seraphine seize both of his arms, pulling him with a mix of urgency and delight into his luxurious bedroom. The room is grand, adorned with intricate formations that pulse with faint spiritual energy, enhancing both the ambiance and the cultivation environment. The soft glow from the jade lamps casts a warm light across the finely crafted furniture and silk curtains that sway gently as they enter.
The two women guide Argon to the center of the room, each holding onto him with a different kind of possessive affection. Isadora, her eyes a deep violet, smirks playfully as she brushes her fingers through his hair. "You've been away far too long, my lord," she purrs, her voice laced with a mix of seduction and mock reproach. "We were starting to think you were neglecting us."
