Spirit Immortal Pavilion, Profound Jade Pavilion.
Inside the magnificent and spacious room, a faint fragrance permeated the air.
A burly man, who was well-built but drained of both qi and blood, was thrown from the luxurious bed, barely breathing.
"Someone."
From the large bed shrouded in gauze curtains, a soft, sweet, and cloying voice spoke.
The door to the room opened, and a handsome youth in green robes walked in softly.
"What are your orders, Master?"
The youth kept his eyes lowered, asking respectfully.
"Drag this man out and feed him to the Blood Spirit," the soft, lazy voice from the bed said indifferently.
The youth bowed and acknowledged the order.
The burly man's eyes shot open, his face a complex mask of unwillingness, hatred, attachment, and pleading.
But his Magical Power had vanished completely, his vital essence was depleted, and he couldn't even sense his own Dharma Aspect.
It was as if it had all been forcibly siphoned away.
