Chapter 313: Elis True Strength
After Elis’ performance, she stepped down from the platform and headed backstage. For Clark, this was his cue to stand up from his seat and walk toward the backstage area. Prince Claude focused his senses on Clark. With his Middle King Stage cultivation, there was no way Clark or anyone else in the hall could know they were under his probe—except, perhaps, the mysterious couple and Elis if she is truly king stage.
He also sensed that a few unknown individuals following the young master of the Larson family had begun moving in a pattern that seemed to form a formation. He knew they were merely waiting for the right moment to launch their attack on Clark. He continued to monitor Clark until he moved to the second floor, where his senses were suddenly blocked by something.
Prince Claude narrowed his eyes, wanting to know what was blocking his senses, but he remained in his seat. The show continued with another group of women, but he no longer cared, as his focus was entirely on the movements of the unknown group. For a moment, he curiously glanced at the mysterious couple and was stunned to find that they were already gone! His senses couldn’t even detect when they had left, leading him to conclude that they were far more skilled than he was in concealing one’s existence.
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Inside one of the private rooms on the second floor, Clark sat on the edge of the bed while Elis stood before him. He wrapped his arms affectionately around her waist, pulling her slightly closer. He nuzzled his nose against her stomach, as if trying to imprint her scent into his memory.
"My dear Elis, you are truly beautiful and talented. I’m so lucky to have you by my side," Clark said with a smile. In truth, he was already gets a boner, unable to resist the allure of her attire and captivating figure.
"Young master, how was my performance? Did you like it?" Elis asked as she gently stroked his head.
"Exquisitely done. No one can rival you in this regard," he replied. Suddenly, he lifted her effortlessly and placing her on the bed.
"Enough talk. Let me taste you today," he said as he began removing his clothes. However, before he could completely undress, he caught a whiff of something strange—a peculiar fragrance that appeared out of nowhere. He paused, his movements halting as he glanced around the room.
Suddenly, an overwhelming drowsiness washed over him. As the sensation deepened, he realized what the fragrance was.
"The sleeping incense!" The potent fragrance was strong enough to make him feel overwhelmingly drowsy almost instantly. He tried to circulate his energy to expel the effects, but before he could fully muster his strength, he collapsed into a deep slumber.