Her eyes brightened as she gently took the Demon Lord's hand and flew directly to that perfect spot.
With a wave of her hand, the wind surged, and her complicated palace dress fluttered lightly as she looked at the Demon Lord with infatuation.
The meaning in those peach blossom eyes was now exceedingly clear—inviting the king into the pot, she wanted to personally invite the Demon Lord to cultivate with her.
She possessed a great talent in cultivation, and she also boasted an exceptional gift in cooking, such as being able to serve the Demon Lord a sumptuous explosion of chicken stew.
She believed the Demon Lord would certainly be willing and find joy in it.
The Empress lay on the ground, her expression slightly dull, her makeup long smudged, whether from dew or something else. She just opened her phoenix eyes and stared blankly at the enchantress leaning against the maple tree.
