This time she came prepared, as Ning Feiyan was quite thorough. The demon officials guarding her were given plenty of benefits, and even though she ceaselessly demanded more without pause, as time grew late, no one came to urge her to leave.
The sky was clear and distant, the Golden Crow slowly sinking to the west. The sunlight on the walls of the Five Luminaries Stone slowly weakened. The silent night crept in, gradually liberating her limbs, which had been rendered powerless by the harsh sunlight.
Night descended upon the world.
The shackles on her ankles clinked crisply against the stone wall, and Baili An, now recovered, whispered something into her ear.
River Lord Ning, breathing heavily, shook her head imperiously and dismissed his request.
Baili An did not bother to discuss it with her further, and even more domineeringly, he reached for her sweaty, enchantingly soft waist and smoothly flipped her over.
