Atop Mount Xianglu, maple leaves danced freely in the air.
The ten-mile corridor was blanketed by those flame-like maple leaves, creating a breathtakingly beautiful landscape painting.
Just moments before, the Empress had been annoyed by the absurd thoughts that flitted through her mind, but the next instant, she could clearly feel a palm gently resting on her buttocks.
Scorching, burning hot.
It made her skin shudder slightly, her pupils contracted, and her normally calm phoenix eyes also revealed a hint of astonishment as she turned to look at the Demon Lord.
She realized that Fang Yang, who had been admiring the endless falling leaves, was now breathing rapidly for some reason.
His deep pupils were slightly reddened, as if blood was flowing within, crimson and terrifying.
The hot breath from his body burst forth and swirled around him before gently descending; she could clearly feel the Demon Lord's restless demeanor, his eyes fixed on her.
