The Demon Lord's beauty peeked out from his embrace, her eyes blooming with an exceptionally enchanting and graceful allure, as if the mist of just waking from sleep hadn't yet cleared from her gaze.
Those smiling eyes focused intently on Fang Geyu, dark as though drawn with thick ink, profound enough to make it difficult for others to look directly at her.
She spoke in nonsensical phrases, appearing harmless to both humans and animals.
Yet Fang Geyu's eyes gradually widened, a fierce blaze igniting within them, as wild winds and raging waves surged within.
To her, that bewitchingly beautiful face was akin to the cruellest thing in the world.
She couldn't help but clench her fingers so tightly they creaked, her grip on the Ten Directions Sword nearly overwhelmed by a murderous intent.
The events of the previous days were still vivid in her mind.
That face, belonging to legends and nightmares, had unexpectedly entered her line of sight.
