The Divine Light Empress, Xi Baihe, stood amidst the ruins of the Eternal Night Palace, her figure radiating an ethereal glow. Her long, silver hair flowed like a river of moonlight, and her eyes, cold and piercing, locked onto Ye Yingxi with a faint smile.
"Ye Yingxi," Xi Baihe said, her voice smooth and melodic, yet laced with an undercurrent of mockery. "It seems you're in trouble."
Ye Yingxi's expression hardened as she rose from her throne, her blood-stained robes swaying slightly. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes narrowing as she studied Xi Baihe. The Divine Light Empress's presence here, at this moment, could only mean one thing.
"You've surrendered to the Lord of Chaos," Ye Yingxi said, her voice cold and steady. "Haven't you?"
