Some time later.
Steam still hung over the spring.
Purple Death stood at the water's edge and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.
A faint sheen of effort clung to her skin. Her dark robes were slightly damp, and a few loose strands of hair had fallen across her cheek, but her expression was calm.
Following that, she let out a small, contented smile, as though she had just completed a task and was pleased with the outcome.
In front of her, Yao Xin was still in the spring.
But the proud Chief Yang Regulator was no longer standing.
A strange purple chain wound tightly around her flushed, naked body, glowing faintly through the mist.
It bound her wrists above her head, circled her waist, and locked around her ankles, forcing her limp figure to remain spread apart against the wet stone at the edge of the spring.
Her large breasts rose and fell with shallow, irregular breaths.
Water streamed down her separated thighs.
