Chen's face went through a series of expressions - confusion, realization, and finally a dark flush of anger as the implications of the position became clear—Something that just a man could understand.
He didn't fully understand the vulgar suggestion, but he could sense that he was being deliberately provoked.
"Do you see?" Tianlong asked softly, his voice carrying just enough mockery to make Chen's fists clench.
The young master's bronze eyes blazed with fury, but he remained frozen in place, caught between his desire to lash out and his master's warnings about maintaining stability after his breakthrough.
Yu Xiang, still kneeling before Tianlong, slowly took a lotus position as instructed. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to center herself for cultivation, though the heat of his presence so close above her made concentration difficult.
"Start cultivating," Tianlong commanded gently, his hand coming to rest on the crown of her head. "I will help."
