The fiery anger that had consumed Wang Li slowly morphed into a steely resolve. While vengeance would be a dish best served cold, his immediate priority was Mao Caiwei's well-being. She was a valuable pawn on the chessboard of power, and her survival was paramount. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned Ning Yue.
Ning Yue materialized before him, a vision in flowing silks, her curves accentuated by the way the fabric clung to her form. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, framing eyes that sparkled with intelligence. Yet, amidst the undeniable allure, there was a sharpness in her gaze, a testament to her unwavering focus.
"Ning Yue," Wang Li began, his voice laced with urgency, "I require your expertise." Briefly outlining the attack on Mao Caiwei and the demonic energy contamination, he continued, "Prepare a large batch of decontaminating pellets and the most potent healing pills you can muster."