Within the ten-mile-long gallery, leaves were falling in abundance, everything appearing so uniquely beautiful and enchanting.
The Empress, currently immersed in her cultivation, had already cast aside any shyness she previously harbored and was embracing Fang Yang firmly, her phoenix eyes filled with resolute determination.
It seemed as though she wanted to meld Fang Yang into her very being, and indeed, she had managed to do just that.
She could feel the hot and fervent breath between them, constantly surging, making their dragon energies grow ever stronger.
Meanwhile, she shook the Soul Locking Bell and casually activated numerous seals to continue misleading Fang Yang's dao heart, while also confining him.
In the shadow of the gallery, amid the fluttering leaves, a graceful figure holding an umbrella slowly materialized. Her form was slender and elegant, resembling a duckweed in the wind, exuding a sense of vulnerability.
