The next few weeks within the secluded cave dwellings of the Mystic Peak Sect passed in a rhythm of intense, focused ambition. The world outside, with its sect politics and simmering rivalries, seemed a distant, muffled echo. Here, in the quiet solitude of the mountain, there was only cultivation, alchemy, and the tangled, secret intimacies that bound Wang Jian to his women.
His days were a study in duality.
By morning and afternoon, Wang Jian was the diligent lover and mentor to Princess Yue Lingshan. He would visit her spacious cave dwelling, its interior now softened by elegant silks and the faint, fragrant aroma of the array-crafting inks she constantly worked with.
"Jian," she would greet him, her face beaming with the pure, unadulterated joy of a woman in love. Her progress in the Foundation Establishment realm was steady, her aura growing more profound each day.
"Show me," he would say, his voice a warm, encouraging rumble.
