The lingering echoes had wound around the rafters for over half a month. As time passed, the sounds reverberating through the empty, eerie hall finally began to fade. Inside the secret chamber deep within the Netherworld Hall, the room that had remained neat and immaculate during Hun Changqing's yearlong absence was now in complete disarray. Inexplicable marks covered not only the broad, soft bed but even the floor, making it impossible to imagine just what had happened in this chamber over the past fortnight.
The storm that had raged in the room for half a month had finally subsided. Two figures nestled together against the headboard of the disheveled bed. Helplessness crossed Hun Changqing's fair face as he addressed Medusa with a strained smile. She lay across his chest, her face flushed and her breathing still slightly rapid from their recently concluded struggle.
"Had enough yet? It's not as though I'm leaving right away. What's the rush? We've neglected quite a few things over the past fortnight. Hurry up and get out of bed. I slaughtered all the top fighters of the Three Sects that besieged the Netherworld Hall, so there should only be a handful of small fry left in their sects now. Nobody should dare touch those three pieces of meat I won, but there might be a few who don't fear death. If someone takes them, dealing with it will be more trouble. Go take charge as soon as possible, mobilize the Netherworld Hall, and take over those three sects. Save us the trouble."
Hun Changqing shook Medusa's fair, exquisitely seductive body, then reached around and gave her pert bottom a pat.
The touch against that sensitive spot instantly drew a soft moan from Medusa. Sweet, tender, and alluring, her voice sent tingles deep into the bones,