Start? The word echoed in my mind like a distant thunderclap, stirring ripples across the frozen lake of my composure.
What depravity had I permitted by entering this den?
I, Elder Feng Lianhua, who had ascended through tribulations of lightning and flame, now lay exposed before this upstart—my sacred form reduced to a canvas for his vulgar lexicon.
Boob. Tits. Ass. Clit. Cunt.
Such base utterances, like mud splattered upon polished jade.
They grated against my senses, igniting a flicker of heat I could not name, a betrayal of the flesh I had long mastered.
Yet beneath the disdain, that unwelcome curiosity stirred—a crack in my frozen resolve, insidious as spring's first thaw.
This man... he presumed too much. He would learn the folly of challenging an elder, even if I must endure this farce to uncover his secrets.
He approached with that triumphant gleam in his eyes, hands no longer folded but reaching out with deliberate intent.
