Swish, swish!
Nightfall had set in, wrapping the deep waters in shadow. The Stygian River slowly streamed on, now having overtaken the entirety of Jade Lake.
The water of Jade Lake turned pitch black, once again revealing the souls and numerous giant corpses that floated and sank in the river, emitting a chilling aura.
Aboard that painted pleasure boat, Wen Chanyi continued to revive, the lantern in her hand growing ever brighter.
Clad in an opera robe that glimmered softly, her slender waist just so, she sat on the ground, her buttocks perked.
Her eyes, slightly suggestive and alluring, exuded waves of charm, much to the satisfaction of the enormous spirit, who stared at Wen Chanyi, at his beloved consort.
He waited for his consort to awaken, for then she would surely throw herself into his arms, eagerly anticipating his resurrection and emergence from the forbidden land.
Yes, it had to be this way; only then would she be worthy of his charm, his dominance.
