Not bad at all.
The feeling of handing over the decision-making power for the Heavenly Dao to launch an offensive was spot-on.
In the bedroom of Young Master in the Celestial Court, Wu Wang embraced his goddess, his fingers gently gliding over her smooth back, enjoying the lightness and leisure of the moment. Young Master, however, had fallen into a deep sleep, nestled in Wu Wang's arms, her lips curled into a sweet smile. A soft, thin blanket covered them, while curtains around the bed fluttered in the breeze.
