The night was enchanting, veiled in a misty haze.
Everything seemed so indistinct.
In the hot spring, the Empress Dowager was embraced by the Demon Lord, her face blushing like peach blossoms, nearly dripping blood, her eyes full of excitement and struggle.
The Dawn of Desire!
It was an illusion technique Fang Yang had just extracted, capable of plunging one into their most primal impulses, arousing the desires within, and trapping them in the tumultuous earthly dust, from which they couldn't extricate themselves.
Simply put, it was an advanced version of the "Deity's Touch," against which ordinary people stood no chance.
Additionally, Fang Yang was handsome, and he had also infused the aura of Xuantian Strategy into the Empress Dowager's body.
This made the Empress Dowager ultimately unable to suppress herself.
She looked at Fang Yang's eyes, dizzied and almost trembling, as she lightly traced her finger.
The wet, nearly transparent muslin gown then slowly slid off.
