The suffocating, musk-scented atmosphere of the Ice Heart Pavilion's master chamber lingered heavily in the air, a stark and undeniable testament to the absolute subjugation that had transpired through the long hours of the night and morning. The twenty-three women of the Ice Heart Palace, once the proud, untouchable paragons of purity and emotional detachment within the Myriad Reefs Sea Region, were now nothing more than broken, trembling vessels. However, Wang Jian, the architect of their profound despair, possessed a mind that was as cold and calculating as it was infinitely depraved. With the flawless trap for the Mistress of the Golden-Scale Auction House now thoroughly formulated, the time for unchecked indulgence had temporarily passed. It was time to prepare the stage for the arrival of their highly dangerous, immensely wealthy guest.
