Leaves were still falling incessantly; the entire Gallery of Shili was a picture of tranquility.
Fang Yang's robe billowed, his ink-black hair wildly dancing. He looked at Qiu Yuan Dai before him with a smile that was not quite a smile, his deep eyes sparkling with a bright amusement.
To tell the truth, he was very curious about what the Demon Empress was thinking at this moment.
Women who stand so high above others often carried considerable pride and seldom submitted.
Her pride, in fact, eclipsed that of the Empress by a great margin, making the challenge of conquering her all the more difficult—it was as hard as ascending to the heavens. But the harder the challenge, the more amusing he found it.
If he could indeed thoroughly conquer the Demon Empress, then the arrival of the Mountain and Sea Forbidden Area would be rendered meaningless. It wouldn't even pose the slightest threat to Tang Country; this he was quite certain of.
