A few days after the Jaishin Lake incident, Aksai found himself surrounded by luxury.
The room he stayed in was more lavish than anything he had ever experienced.
The smooth, polished stone floors gleamed beneath his feet, and intricate paintings adorned the walls, each one depicting stories of demonic cultivators and their triumphs.
The bed he had slept in was soft and cloud-like.
Dressed in a new set of robes—deep crimson with black accents, the colors of the Black Blood Demon Sect—Aksai looked well-rested. The clothes fit him perfectly, tailored to his form, and the fabric felt rich against his skin, as if even the smallest details in the sect were designed for comfort and prestige.