On the main peak of Yellow Maple Valley, inside the Sect Master's Hall, where spiritual energy swirled through the air, Wang Chan, young master of Ghost Spirit Sect, was lounging on a seat that only the Sect Master of Yellow Maple Valley or its Grand Elder, Ancestor Linghu, had been entitled to occupy. Two female cultivators waited on him.
He stretched out there, smug and overbearing, barely moving except to open his mouth now and then for the peeled grapes and lychees they fed him, or a sip of fragrant wine.
The two maids looked graceful and lovely, with delicate features that stirred pity. But anyone who looked closely could see the sorrow on their faces. They clearly weren't there of their own free will.
From the fact that they had no choice but to serve Wang Chan, it was obvious that he had spent the past few days "training" them until they no longer had the courage to resist.
Of course, even if they had the courage, it would have been useless.
They were only two minor cultivators at the Qi Refining Stage. They were no match for the young master of Ghost Spirit Sect, and either of the two rows of black-clad Foundation Establishment guards standing beside the hall could have killed them with ease.
With no courage to fight to the death, and after enduring days of torment, they had also seen with their own eyes how the Devil Dao army had destroyed Yellow Maple Valley, one of the major cultivation sects in the Xu Kingdom. With everything going against them, perhaps the two of them had already resigned themselves to their fate.
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Just as Wang Chan was enjoying the beauties' service and wondering what he would do over the next few days, he suddenly heard