The King looked as suave, domineering yet pallid as usual. When the tip of his shoes touched the ground, Ouyang Xueqing could faintly hear the muffled intangible groans and screams of Hell's creatures coming from faraway.
With his presence, the whole room seemed to have brightened up. Bright red robe, wide intricate sleeves with gold pattern, black exquisite shoes, luminous crimson eyes, dazzlingly shiny silvery hair and those peerlessly stunning features. The light converged around him, bathing him in an almost holistic light.
Ouyang Xueqing stood up and dipped her head slightly to show her respect. "Your Majesty."
The King narrowed his eyes. "You deliberately summoned me here. Knowing how interested I am toward you, you injected a shard of your aura into that dying man. Quite an interesting method, if I can say."
