Within the forest of wind, leaves fell in abundance, and all was so tranquil.
The Imperial Air Chariot, after the shaking just now, appeared dim and lackluster, radiating a faint glow. The blanket, made from fine deerskin, seemed to have been tainted with traces of moisture, exuding a faint, enticing fragrance.
Reclining lazily on the Flying Craft, her cheeks flushed, drenched in sweat, tendrils of hair at her temples slightly disheveled. Many of the red silk threads had snapped, and numerous bells had fallen away.
They complemented her snow-white skin, enhancing her charm, making her seem even more captivating. Gone was the majestic appearance of the Empress, replaced by a bewitching beauty.
She bit her lip, her gaze still somewhat dazed, as she looked at the Demon Lord standing tall and proud in his swirling black robes outside the Flying Craft.
Her heart was in turmoil, recalling how she had trembled uncontrollably under the Demon Lord's treatment.
Master!
