The swirling, disorienting sensation of spatial transport faded, and Shen Xinye landed on her feet with a heavy, dramatic *thud*.
She immediately dropped into a sharp, defensive stance, her eyes blazing, her fingers twitching with lethal grace. "Show yourself, you old pervert! I am ready for whatever degenerate trap you've laid out this time!"
However, as her vision cleared, her fierce combat posture slowly collapsed, her jaw dropped, her arms limply falling to her sides.
Instead of another silk-draped bedchamber or a room full of pink singing puppets, she stood in the center of an awe-inspiring, ancient subterranean colosseum.
Towering obsidian pillars reached up into the darkness, and the stone walls were carved with grand, glowing runes of ancient arrays.
In the center of the massive arena sat a colossal, towering throne made of polished dark jade.
