Ethan closed the chamber door with a dull thud, securing the latch before turning toward her. The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, illuminating Isabella's silhouette as she watched him with a mixture of curiosity and expectation.
"What is it you wanted to ask me?" asked Isabella the young lady, taking a step toward him.
Ethan stared at her, maintaining a serious, distant expression that contrasted sharply with the warmth of minutes ago.
"I need women," said Ethan the young man bluntly. "I know I shouldn't be asking you, but I have no other choice."
Isabella blinked, bewildered, her brow furrowing slightly.
"What?... I don't understand, Ethan," she whispered.
"I need pussies to raise my cultivation level faster," answered Ethan the young man in an icy, pragmatic voice. "The stronger they are, the better. Furthermore, they must be loyal and discreet... or they can be condemned to death and I can silence them afterward, it really doesn't matter."
