Yin Lian, still reeling from the shock of Dong Aigou's appearance, could only nod silently. A newfound respect, tinged with a touch of fear, bubbled within her. This man, this mischievous rebel, seemed to possess an uncanny ability to manipulate the very fabric of reality.
Wang Jian chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. He leaned in further, burying his face in the valley between her generous breasts. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he nipped playfully at her sensitive skin.
"Mmm," she moaned, her voice muffled by the strange properties of the shadow realm. "What now, Wang Jian? Dong Aigou's here. He'll save Mu Xuanyin, and your whole plan to win her favor…"
Wang Jian pulled away, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Oh, my dear Yin Lian," he whispered, his voice laced with amusement. "Dong Aigou won't be saving anyone… not yet, at least."