The month passed in the blink of an eye for Riley, but it felt like an eternity of indulgence. After his brief appearance before the massive crowd of cultivators, he had deliberately retreated from the limelight.
He had no interest in the endless parade of sycophants who came to shower him with false praise and make tedious small talk.
Instead, he chose to spend his time in the company of the people who truly mattered to him—his wives.
His life had become a private paradise, filled with love, passion, and the kind of pleasure that could only come from being surrounded by beautiful, devoted women.
To Riley, nothing was more precious than the time he shared with them, wrapped in the intimacy and warmth of their presence.
The allure of political games, sect rivalries, and the endless flattery from cultivators didn't hold a candle to the affection and devotion his wives offered him.
