Wang Li sat back in his private chamber, a slow, pleased smile spreading across his face. Zhen Qiuyue knelt before him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, still catching her breath from their latest encounter. Her long, dark hair was disheveled, and her cheeks flushed a deep red, but the expression on her face was one of both submission and purpose. She had come to him once again, and not just to offer herself—though that had become a regular occurrence since their first meeting. No, today, like every time she came, she brought with her vital information that would help Wang Li in his conquest of the Devil Sects.
"Qiuyue," Wang Li said smoothly, his fingers trailing lightly along her exposed shoulder. "You never fail to bring me what I need. Now, tell me what you have learned this time."
