Inside the Ganlu Palace, the atmosphere was stifling.
The Empress endured the impact of that cultivation technique, her phoenix eyes intently fixed on Fang Yang, and inside she felt an unusual flutter of trepidation.
Indeed, it was trepidation!
She was waiting for Fang Yang to agree.
After all, the practice of such a cultivation technique still demanded intimate cooperation, especially requiring the Demon Lord to take control of the initiative.
If the Demon Lord were to refuse, the rebound of dragon energy within her body would cause her immense harm, which was absolutely unacceptable to her.
Finally, in the midst of this prolonged silence, the corners of Fang Yang's mouth slightly curled upwards, his face taking on a playful smirk as he began to speak softly.
"Does the Empress mean to ask me to move to Daming Palace?"
