The newcomer was a woman of striking, almost otherworldly beauty. Her eyes, a deep, mesmerizing shade of crimson, seemed to glow with an inner fire, hinting at a playful yet dangerous nature.
She was clad in a form-fitting black dress, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to shift and shimmer like shadows, accentuating her lithe and graceful figure.
This was Mo Xue, an Ancient Devil God, a being of immense power and ancient lineage, her very presence radiating an aura of mystery and allure.
"My, my," Mo Xue purred, her voice like velvet over steel, a playful lilt in her tone. "Isn't this a lively gathering? And here I thought I was late to the party."
Her crimson eyes, gleaming with amusement, landed on Sheng Qianyu, a smirk playing on her lips. "Meddling in other people's affairs without a good reason, are we?" she taunted, her voice dripping with mock concern. "That's not very polite, you know."
