Amidst a gallery stretching for miles, where the scenery was enchanting and the leaves fell in an endless cascade, the maple leaves danced wildly.
The Empress' imperial robe had already been torn to shreds and fell from her body completely.
The perfectly sculpted body akin to a piece of art was only bound by strands of red silk thread, each placed with subtle and deliberate skill.
Passing through her most intimate areas, the slightest tremble would invoke a peculiar sensation rushing over her like a tide, and the delicate bells continued to sway and chime.
With the sound of ding-dong, ding-dong accompanying the surge of her Cultivation Technique and the outburst of dragon energy, the Empress could distinctly feel her cheeks burning hotter than ever before, growing flushed.
Bathed in perspiration, her hair dampened, she could only bite her lip, forcing herself to calm down, but her gaze became much more dazed.
