Back in Dai Zhi's treasure palace time flowed at a snail's pace as compared to where Hao Xuan was.
One by one more and more cultivators arrived from all three powers, as well as a few rogues native traitors. Dai Zhi welcomed them all with open arms and soon his many halls were filled with voracious laughter of the hundreds of visitors that could finally let loose.
They ate, drank, slept, and enjoyed the company of the native men and women who were presented to them like cattle to be used however they wished.
From some halls flowed blood like wine while from others moans of forced pleasure. Nothing was off-limits as long as they kept it within the boundaries of each enclosed space so that once they were finished indulging their darkest desires, they could once again don the robes of excellence that they claimed to be born for.
Approximately five hours had passed when Tian Zheng's party finally arrived.