Upon Mount Xianglu, a ten-mile stretch of gallery surrounded by endlessly falling leaves whispered with each descent.
At this moment, all seemed so tranquil.
Yet within Fang Yang, his blood continued to boil unceasingly, for his Demon Body had long since reached its ultimate pinnacle of strength.
With Xiao Hongyu's provocation added to the mix, he found it hard to restrain himself any longer, his power surging and growing even more rigid amidst the tumultuous waves, his strength soaring.
Empress Dowager lay on the Immortal's Bed of Supreme Bliss, her cheeks flushed, squinting her eyes slightly, slowly exhaling breaths.
Her senses had already been stimulated to the extreme.
Faced with her sister's questioning, she didn't know how to respond.
After all, such a matter was absurd, even for her, and though she felt somewhat shy when her sister outright exposed the farce, she couldn't completely calm her emotions.
