Somewhere in this vast spiritual cultivation world, Morse Xuan stood before a female journalist. She held a microphone to him and asked,
"Mr. Morse... you have become the first Patriarch in history to satisfy a woman with a prosthetic instead of your own... do you have any words for your fans?"
Morse looked directly into the camera—within his dream world, of course—recalling the feverish, lewd expressions of the Phoenix.
"Never trust a Phoenix," he declared fiercely, his voice full of mock-wisdom. "They will drain your Yang energy until you are a shriveled husk. Then, you'll pray to be like me."
It was a savage statement, a direct assault on tradition, and a complete dismissal of the "Dual Cultivation" norms.
"Would you like to add anything else?" the journalist pressed.
Morse ignored her, maintaining the cold, charismatic aura of a top-tier CEO.
"Mr. Morse? Can you hear me...?"
