Rooney stared at the girl before him in disbelief. She was a wild horse that had broken free of its reins.
His ears throbbed with pain, but once the pain passed, a surge of excitement flowed through his heart.
He had not encountered such a fiery specimen in many years. She was absolutely the finest among women.
He would never notice that, in the space beneath Banyan Island, a figure wore the same eerie, wicked smile.
Shackles—transparent shackles—tightly bound the girl's body. The whip lashed mercilessly across the puppet. He rarely used such brutal punishment to tame puppets, but he knew very well that blind indulgence would only make the other party more and more arrogant.
He was particular about where he struck. He never touched the girl's face, letting the whip fall only around her waist—the most vulnerable and inconspicuous part of a woman.
The cracking of the whip echoed through the space. The girls on the ground looked fearfully at the man as though he were a god, desperately shrinking away, afraid that misfortune would fall upon them.
In less than half an hour, only the puppet and Rooney remained around him.
Li Ziran smiled quietly. The Void Spirit had already been completely sealed, so the pain would not deepen in the slightest. Yet it still had to make the shell display a stubborn appearance.
He was slowly displaying, one by one, all the experiences he knew through the shell.
Men were born with a desire to conquer, but one had to know where to draw the line. Fierce horses might be popular, but if their temperament was too fierce and exhausted the tamer's patience, the final result could only be death.
It was a matter of measure.
When it came to women, he seemed to possess an