"I'm coming, Master," Emery responded through her spiritual sense, her voice steady despite the storm of thoughts raging within her.
She began walking toward Lin Feng's room, her footsteps heavy, dragging as if each step carried unbearable weight.
The corridor felt longer than ever before, each pace echoing in her ears.
When she finally reached his door, she stopped, her hand hovering in the air.
"After more than ten thousand years of guarding my purity," Emery murmured to herself, her lips curving into a bitter smile, "I suppose I'll finally lose it tonight."
She shook her head slowly.
Of course, she could fight Lin Feng if she wanted to but she knew it would be pointless.
The gap between their strength was too vast.
Resistance would only bring humiliation and pain, nothing more.
Taking a deep breath, Emery steeled herself, pushed aside her emotions, and opened the door.
What greeted her, however, was nothing like what she had imagined.
