The imperial robe was flung aside.
It seemed as if the entire night sky had been obscured, and then, forcefully pulling along the demon, she directly flew into Ganlu Palace.
The lights flickered, and after the two figures entered Ganlu Palace, they directly landed on the cold jade bed.
The Empress bit her lips tightly, the dragon energy inside her going wild with growth, while Fang Yang's body also gradually produced a stream of dragon energy. The two energies merged gradually, emitting a misty aura.
Reuniting after a long time apart, the Empress couldn't help but snort heavily, her mind flashing with those absurd movements.
For the past five days, she had looked down upon these movements, but they had long since been engraved deep in her heart, indelible and hard to erase.
Now, with fingers forming seals, her figure slightly swayed, and she naturally performed those movements.
Fang Yang's motions were somewhat slow, and she even proactively helped Fang Yang make corrections.
