The autumn rain drizzled down like a curtain, like gossamer.
The red maple leaves continued to fall constantly, and everything seemed as if it turned into a painting, a beautiful painting.
It existed in the eyes of the people, stunningly beautiful, enrapturing and intoxicating.
But at this moment, everyone's gaze was especially solemn, fixed intently on the cold rain and wind, watching the fiery woman who had suddenly appeared amidst the storm.
While still speculating about the stranger's identity, she, in front of everyone, spoke in a quiet murmur, uttering those words.
"You, are you the Lust Slaves of the master, or perhaps his rbq? If that's true, then simply die here."
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The Scroll Painting had been unfolded, releasing faint ripples.
In that painting, the scenery was beautiful, the world at peace, clusters of flames burning between the mountains and rivers, of a pale color, and even the sky within the painting was formed from fire.
