The faint words kept echoing by Qiu Yuan Dai's ear, causing Qiu Yuan Dai to bite her lips, her complexion becoming increasingly strained and intense. Even her eyes, originally so cold and detached, started to ripple with layers of wavering emotion.
Yet she still feigned calmness and coldly said,
"How dare you, how can you be so wanton?"
"Wanton?"
Wen Chanyi smiled sweetly, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Demon Empress, this is not wantonness, but truly finding oneself."
Whoosh!
Gust after gust of autumn wind blew, stripping away countless leaves, which were so fiery red, they seemed like the most beautiful painting.
Just like that, they fluttered in the void, wandering continuously.
Wen Chanyi's smile was as radiant as blooming flowers, and now she bore no resemblance to the fragile and lovely figure of before. With a smile playing on her lips, her black hair danced wildly, as if she was an exquisite fairy walking out of a painting.
