The next day.
Inside the mighty stronghold of Dragon-Breaking Cliff, in a luxurious hall.
True Lord Bloodsource reclined on a cloud couch, jade-white arms entwined around him on either side, his embrace filled with warm, fragrant bodies.
His expression was languid, almost drunken. He idly toyed with the grapes in his hand while watching the beautiful female cultivators onstage, their cloudlike sleeves fluttering and their graceful figures trailing streams of light.
As Blood Marrow True Lord Yun Xi's martial uncle, Mo Buyun might have been somewhat lacking in cultivation and ill-suited to combat, but he was still a highly respected Grand Elder of the Blood Fortune Sect, stationed at Dragon-Breaking Cliff on its behalf.
Even though the cultivators in the stronghold now belonged to the combined forces of the Scarlet Sun Sect, Azure Spirit Sect, and Blood Fortune Sect, he remained its undisputed leading figure. Almost no cultivator would deny him face.
There was no other reason: his dear martial nephew, Blood Marrow True Lord, had personally led the Blood Fortune Sect's army in capturing Dragon-Breaking Cliff.
"You dance well. As your reward, you may share a night of springtime pleasure with me," Mo Buyun praised.
At his words, the pupils of several female cultivators onstage contracted. Their movements stiffened, and they were about to drop to their knees.
What female cultivator in Dragon-Breaking Cliff did not know the miserable fate of those who spent a night with True Lord Bloodsource?
Just then, a streak of light swept through the hall's entrance. A middle-aged man in azure robes abruptly appeared, ignoring the many scantily clad female cultivators whose milky-white breasts lay exposed.
"True Lord Mo, something terrible has happened! I've received an urgent report!"
"What is all this racket? Where is your decorum?" Mo Buyun glanced at the newcomer and