'Where are you? Our Emperor.' The thought was simultaneous. Shared. The thought of two women who had been claimed, broken, and remade, and who now couldn't function without the man who had done it. Their lips — bitten, worried, the lower lips caught between teeth — trembled.
'Where are you? We need you. We need your cock. We need your qi. We need—'
They stopped the thought. Swallowed it. Stood straight. Composed themselves. But the ache — the deep, physical, divine-qi-withdrawal ache that sat in their bellies and between their legs — remained.
~ The Mountain Peak — The Sect Master
The peak was above the clouds.
