The Celestial Dragon

ZHAN SHENG SAT COMFORTABLY inside the warm and cozy war tent, with the scent of tea and incense lingering in the air. The tent was like a welcoming embrace, its colorful silk walls swaying gently with each breeze, creating a soothing ambiance. The sound of comrades chatting and laughter filled the space like the sweet hum of a summer breeze.

Everything was almost ready.

Zhan Sheng's eyes flicked over the maps like a hawk surveying its territory, his mind focused and sharp as a well-honed blade. A shifting sound caught his attention and he looked up to see an alluring omega stirring on the cot, his body bitten raw as he lay in the fur covers. Who was this one again?

Zhan Sheng barely remembered the steady stream of omegas who made their way into his bed. He stood anyway, his blue robes parting, exposing his muscular chest as he walked over to the omega and lay down on the bedside him.