In the midst of the storm, the Empress hesitated.
That stunning yet valiant face revealed deep confusion.
As the Empress, she was naturally overbearing to the extreme, never retreating an inch in the face of coercion from anyone.
No one could ever make her bow her head.
But...
The Blood Rain Demon Venerable was the exception.
After all, she was no longer a free person, but a Lust Slave of the Demon Lord, the kind that could be kneaded at his whim.
Pride and stubbornness would bring no benefits at this time; instead, they would only anger the Demon Lord and have a huge impact on her future plans.
Moreover, the most crucial point was that, perhaps due to the Slave Mark in the imprint of Divine Soul, her feelings towards the Demon Lord had become incredibly complex, seemingly sour, admiring, and with a hint of reliance.
Whatever she did now seemed to be an attempt to please the Demon Lord, hoping to win his favor.
