Wang Li's Plans Ahead

Wang Li's voice trailed off as he shifted his focus from the aftermath of Lin Yun's humiliation back to the present, still basking in the glow of both his physical pleasure and the strategic triumph he had orchestrated. Zhen Qiuyue's breathless moans subsided as she nestled closer to him, her body spent yet satisfied. The thrill of watching Lin Yun's downfall had only added to the intensity of their union, and now, with Lin Yun's reputation shattered, they could savor the victory in more ways than one.

But the cave was silent now, the only sound the soft crackling of the torches illuminating the enclosed space. Wang Li leaned back, his fingers idly tracing patterns on Zhen Qiuyue's bare skin. His eyes flickered back to the shimmering surface of the **Heavenly Insight Mirror**, where Lin Yun and his group were still visible, making their way out of the final layers of the trap. Although they were physically unscathed, the psychological damage lingered.