In the silver mist, strands of black-silver hair spread out like the roots of plants, crawling up Lin Lingxiao's chair and winding around his hands and body.
Through the haze, a graceful, alluring figure could vaguely be seen drawing close.
Her eyes were as black as an abyss. From each of her palms shot a beam of silver light, shining upon Lin Lingxiao.
"Brother, have you missed Little Demon?"
A low voice, yet steeped in bewitching temptation, rang out from within the silver mist.
"Don't say such things. I am already a husband, with wives and concubines aplenty. You should have some self-respect as well," Lin Lingxiao said.
"Little Demon knows..."
The graceful silver figure drifted over, turning into a beauty wreathed in silver mist as she sat on his lap.
Her waterfall-like, gleaming silver hair wound around Lin Lingxiao's body, forming a great cocoon.
"We cannot become husband and wife only because of the ironclad law of pure bloodlines between our Lineages. It doesn't matter. You can marry and have descendants, and I can marry and bear children... The shackles of race and inheritance are all duties bestowed by bloodlines. They may be respected, but they are not everything."
"So... Little Demon's heart will forever belong to you. As for my body, you may enjoy it whenever you wish..."
As she spoke, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she leaned against his chest.
"Is that so? I thought you had come on behalf of the Dark Clan to subdue me."
Lin Lingxiao smiled coldly.
"Then, how will you decide?" the woman asked with a coquettish laugh.
"I'll drink first, as a toast," Lin Lingxiao said.
Within the Ancient God Realm.
Purgatory Fire was still burning!
Mixed into the underground lava, these flames burned even more fiercely.
Beside the