The white-robed man, seated in a meditative pose, slowly opened his eyes. He raised his hand and gently wiped at his lips.
The bright red bloodstain was glaring, as if that damned woman were silently mocking him.
The injury from the backlash wasn't severe, but... it was, without a doubt, a great humiliation to him.
A storm brewed in his black eyes, causing the two beautiful maids to immediately prostrate themselves, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
They didn't dare to speak, let alone ask why their Young Master was injured. They could only press their foreheads tightly to the floor, terrified of being caught in the blast of his fury.
Fortunately, the white-robed man didn't take his anger out on them. He simply lowered his gaze to the iridescent pearl in his hand.
'In here is a small world.'
'The very world where that damned woman resides.'
