On Celestial Pivot Peak.
Outside the main hall.
After more than an hour of grinding away at it, Yue Yan and the others finally succeeded in thinning out the Mist Shadow Yao Guang formation. The thick fog receded, and the doors of the main hall slowly came into view.
At the same time.
Inside the main hall.
Jun Ziya had been freed from her restraints. She lay sprawled across the table in the shape of a right angle, her clothes in tatters as she gasped heavily.
Sweat had completely soaked her collar and the tips of her hair. She panted without pause, her cheeks flushed, her expression indescribably complicated.
The skin exposed across her back was no longer smooth and fair, but covered in stripe after stripe of whip marks. Thanks to her formidable recovery ability, wounds that ought to have left her skin split and flesh torn now remained only as reddish traces of broken skin.
Lu Feng had recovered most of his awareness. Leaning quietly against a pillar to one side, he found that the poison of the Paradise Hundred-Day Powder had, just as he had anticipated, been successfully dispelled through the "effect" of Jun Ziya's constant self-recovery. She alone was worth the aid of dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of virgin women.
Seeing Jun Ziya's weak, bedraggled state—her legs trembling faintly, her appearance pitiful and uneasy—
Lu Feng's eyes still held a measure of pity and reluctance, especially when he recalled those scenes from when his mind had been unclear: Jun Ziya resisting, and his furious lashes cracking down upon her.
Then there was the later sight of him using the Pao Xi Dragon Control Art to torment her until she scarcely looked human. It had indeed vented his anger, but he had truly gone too far.
"Untie