She looked over in surprise, but a single glance caused her pupils to constrict, and her face filled with shock. She couldn't believe her eyes and even thought she was hallucinating.
She saw, about ten meters away from her among the galleries strewn with rolling red leaves, the Demon Lord, in his swirling black robes, standing motionless. He was emanating waves of dense Evil Qi, and his gaze had become much more ferocious, obviously under the influence of springtime miasma, having lost his reason.
In front of the Demon Lord stood the Empress, her black hair cascading down and her cheeks flushed red. Her white-as-jade body was bound with red silk threads, bells swaying continuously with her movements.
The woman who once stood so high above, even someone she herself was somewhat apprehensive of, was now kneeling at the Demon Lord's feet, bowing and scraping, with eyes full of submission.
