At the Xi Emperor Palace, above the blood pool.
Amid the scarlet blood mist, Li Tianming and the Xi Emperor stood facing each other.
Under the chaotic moonlight, her skin was as white as congealed cream. The triumphant smile at the corner of her lips showed that in this confrontation, she had become the final victor.
"How many times have I told you? You simply cannot escape from the palm of my hand."
There were still tears in the corners of the Xi Emperor's eyes.
That was because she had recalled the Imperial Preceptor, the woman who had silently accompanied her all her life.
She knew that without her, she would spend the rest of her life alone.
When she died, the Xi Emperor had not felt heart-rending pain.
Yet now, when she thought of losing her forever, grief mixed with the present **, twisting her heart little by little.
On such a wonderful night, her prey had finally been forced out of its hole.
She could not help examining the youth before her.
He was just like the ideal companion she had imagined in her girlhood—young, fiery, devoted, and a little bad.
When she had been in her teens, she could never have imagined that she would only meet her "destined man" at her current age.
There was nothing romantic about any of this.
Because she was going to follow the calamity-breaking method left behind by her ancestors and devour Li Tianming.
This was not the intensity of love reaching its depths, but a cruel, bloody ritual!
By now, an atmosphere where tenderness and savagery intertwined had already formed.
The only thing somewhat ruining the mood was the little bird on Li Tianming's shoulder.
It stared straight at the Xi Emperor, appraising her from head to toe.
"Beauty, I