Chapter 15: The Fantasy
"After we defeat the Elders and rule over the entire Cultivation Continent, he will come to our Ming Clan himself," Ming Tian declared, eyes burning with ambition.
He stood before his loyal followers, arms spread wide like a conqueror claiming his destiny. "Imagine it... the entire continent under the banner of the Ming Clan. And all of you — yes, every single one — will become Elders in my Clan."
Gasps of awe and excitement rippled through the crowd.
One man imagined himself seated on a golden throne, adorned in luxurious robes, with thousands kneeling before him. Another dreamed of leading armies, his every word followed without question. A third pictured beautiful women fanning him as he sipped spiritual wine. Each man wore a strange, eager smile.
Among them, a man named Nai Lan grinned wickedly. In his mind, he lived in a lavish villa where spirit coins overflowed from chests like rivers. Gold, jade, and priceless treasures sparkled in every corner.
"Ahh... this is the life," he muttered to himself, his mouth slightly open, saliva dripping from the corner.
He laughed under his breath. "Hehe... with all that money, I could finally spend more time with Bu Sian. Sleep with her every night... have my fill of her. Again and again."
But before he could finish his twisted fantasy, a cold, razor-edged voice cut through the air.
"What did you just say?"
Nai Lan turned around and found Xiao Long standing there, eyes sharp as blades, fists clenched.
"How dare you speak about Bu Sian like that?" Xiao Long growled. "She's mine — don't forget that."