Fucking Wind Spirit Sect's leader

Wang Li's forces surged through the remnants of the devil sect, driving the last of the invaders out of the Wind Spirit Sect. The once-pristine grounds were marred by battle, but victory was theirs. As the smoke cleared and the last echoes of battle faded, Wang Li's eyes were drawn to Feng Yue.

She stood at the heart of the battlefield, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths. Her long hair, dark as midnight, cascaded down her back, disheveled yet mesmerizing. Her clothes, tattered and bloodstained, clung to her body, accentuating her alluring curves. Wang Li's gaze roved over her, taking in the graceful lines of her figure, the way her robes hugged her slim waist and flared over her curvaceous hips.