"Amidst your family's presence, Princess Cheng, you seem solitary." Emerging from the dim recesses of a room, Zhao Ming's voice resonated solemnly as he extended a handkerchief.
Xuan Cheng's eyebrows furrowed as she turned to him, half of his face visible under the lanterns on the balcony while the other half was still in the dark.
Fear engulfed her once again as she witnessed the demonic qi unleashed before her eyes as if his body were burning the invisible shield he had worn to avoid his real self being exposed.
"Take it," He frowned slightly and urged her. However, Xuan Cheng trembled, and her heart started sinking into a bottomless ocean of horror.
There was an overwhelming sense of darkness and evil, a demonic aura that would make anyone tremble. Thousands of souls cried and screamed in pain.
It appeared as a stifling and icy presence that encircled the core of Zhao Ming's being, like an icy, suffocating fog.
