In the Ganlu Palace!
Fang Yang's robe fluttered, and he looked at the Empress with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
His gaze was so profound.
Like the night sky, unfathomable, causing the Empress to be slightly startled, she seemed somewhat dazed.
But she quickly recovered, those eyes blooming like pear flowers revealing a thick determination and coldness, she just stared at Fang Yang.
"Wishful thinking, I will definitely not succumb to you. Moreover, even if I want to rule the world, I will rely on my own strength, why would I need to borrow someone else's?"
Her calm words were so decisive.
After speaking, the Empress closed her eyes and began to use her strong willpower to forcibly resist the destruction of the Demon's Finger and the Immortal's Finger.
She would occasionally grunt, moan softly, her snow-white and absolutely stunning face blooming with the color of peach blossoms, breathtakingly beautiful.
