The gentle rustle of leaves overhead belied the tension that now thickened the air like a storm on the horizon.
Wang Mei's cold eyes remained locked on Meng Hao, her robes billowing lightly in the breeze as spiritual energy hummed faintly around her. Her patience had clearly reached its end. Raising a slender hand, she gave her command in a tone as icy as the sect she hailed from.
"Take him."
The seven green-robed disciples didn't hesitate. At her word, they moved as one, stepping forward with a mix of eagerness and twisted amusement dancing in their eyes. To them, Meng Hao was nothing more than a captured prey, a little toy who hadn't yet realized his place.
One among them, a girl with a seductive glint in her eyes and long jade hair, stepped ahead of the others. Her gaze swept over Meng Hao with a mixture of pity and lust. She smiled, licking her lips slowly as if savoring a taste she had yet to experience.
