Sea Ancestral Temple…
Within a closed chamber, a warm glow danced atop the luminous blue pearl lamps. The first Naga princess, Neela lay upon a sea-silk bed formed from the ribs of a sea serpent, her head rested against Kent's bare chest, her fingers idly tracing the golden hue of his skin.
They had just completed a sacred dual cultivation ritual, one rooted in passion and purpose. The extreme Yang energy Kent carried had stabilized her condition, merging with her Yin essence in harmony rather than chaos. Her limbs were light, her breath calm, her soul—finally at peace.
Sweat filled her entire naked body and dripping from soft curves.
"You…" she murmured, her voice no longer brittle with fatigue, but soft with curiosity. "You didn't come here just to heal me, did you? Why did you come to this sea ancestral temple on the first note?"
Kent's eyes opened slowly. The golden flecks within them shimmered like sunlit waves.
