Before him, the lady was already enshrouded in a layer of purple mist, vague and hazy, revealing only the voluptuous and enticing shadow of her figure.
No matter how hard one looked, nothing else was visible, and instead a deep sense of dread welled up inside.
"People of the Incense Sect? A hundred years ago, you were already the dogs of my Mountain Sea Forbidden Land. Now, seeing me, the Queen, you still dare to offend? You're courting death!"
The cold voice remained, causing the monk to involuntarily shudder, feeling a chill run down his spine.
He was well aware that his genuine display of emotions had caused a momentary stall in his conscious mind, and the lady in front of him was already displeased.
This was just a small punishment for him.
