The heavy, suffocating atmosphere of lust and degradation that had saturated the Ice Heart Pavilion's master chamber slowly began to recede, replaced by a cold, calculating stillness. The morning had been a chaotic symphony of broken pride and forced submission, a physical manifestation of Wang Jian's absolute dominance over the twenty-three women who now belonged entirely to him. Having thoroughly secured the Ice Heart Palace contingent, shattering their wills and conditioning their bodies with his dark energy, Wang Jian finally decided that it was time to shift his focus from the pleasures of the flesh back to the grander scheme of his ambitions.
