Chang'an!
The little cat maiden was waiting for the return of the Demon Lord, while Ye Qinghong was also waiting for her own master.
Dizzy and enchanted, her eyes brimmed with longing, as if she had already envisioned the scene of her grand wedding to her master, an event too tantalizing for anyone to resist yearning for.
Meanwhile, within the Ten-Mile Gallery.
The training of Fang Yang and the Empress Dowager continued.
The Empress Dowager, originally exhausted and unable to sustain her battle against the fiend, felt a cool freshness flash through her mind at that moment, which lent her a surge of renewed strength.
Her face flushed, drenched in fragrant sweat, her body as white as jade soaked through with layers of perspiration.
Emitting a fragrance like that of an orchid in a secluded valley, she was irresistibly alluring, intoxicatingly so.
