Inside the training room,
The spirit stone set into the wall emitted a soft, wavering light that barely reached the far corners of this space, leaving much of the chamber wrapped in shadow.
The air was thick with warmth, far too dense to be from simple cultivation or training as a sweet, unmistakable fragrance of a woman lingered throughout the space.
...Rich, intimate and seemingly turning the chamber into a place meant for far more than training.
At the far end of the chamber,
a big wooden chair could be seen, a naked man sitting on it with his legs spread and back straight, as if he were the king of this chamber.
At a single glance, his physique seemed to radiate strength.
Clean lines of muscle traced his frame, each contour defined yet controlled, exuding restrained power rather than wild brutality.
Strength did not merely show in his muscles; it emanated from him, silent and oppressive.
