In the drizzle of autumn rain, the Empress slowly raised her head, her face expressionless, a faint indifference shining through her phoenix eyes.
It was so cold, so cruel.
One look, and a sense of apprehension couldn't help but arise in the viewer's heart.
Those civil and military officials with intricate ties to the Sects of Cultivation all sneered relentlessly, confident in their chests.
They just looked at the Empress, at the woman who had been riding over their heads for years, ruthlessly trampling on their dignity, their eyes filled with nothing but cold cruelty, even some with self-satisfaction.
Indeed, this woman was somewhat strong, but no matter how strong, there was a limit; a single person's body, how could it possibly confront the many sects? She was simply courting death!
