Inside the spacecraft's cabin, Yang Yan raised a hand,
and the female saints flocked around him, helping him undress.
They then lifted Yang Yan and laid him on the bed.
Yang Yan leaned back as he sat, and a group of female saints pounced on him like wolves and tigers.
Some lay down, some crouched, some hung upside down, each serving Yang Yan.
Liu Niang saw this scene and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"These people, they missed the master so much," she said.
Outside, the female saints were beings of formidable power and undeniable presence.
Beneath saints, they had no choice but to look up to them.
When they spoke, countless people chased after them.
Here with Yang Yan, they were like servants, at his beck and call.
Whatever he said, these female saints listened, obeying his arrangements.
They spoke with him, kneeling as they listened.
"You must have missed me too, don't hold back, come!
This hand of mine, today, is yours!" Yang Yan raised his right hand and said.
