The room fell quiet for a moment.
Shen Yi's gaze settled on Fei Mi again. She still remained on one knee, her head slightly lowered, revealing the pale line of her neck.
The remnants of the Shadow Authority in the air had not yet fully dispersed, forming fine ripples like the waves stirred by a pebble dropped into still water.
"How do you feel?" Shen Yi asked, his voice as calm as ever.
Fei Mi slowly raised her head. Those eyes, once filled with charm and chaotic energy, seemed somewhat clearer now. She carefully sensed the changes inside her body, and only after a long while did she reply softly, "It really does feel... much lighter."
She paused, searching for the right words.
"The power inside me used to be like paint made from many colors mixed together. I could use it, but there was always a slight sluggishness. Now that the chaotic traits belonging to the Succubus origin have been separated, the remaining part that resonates with shadow feels much purer."
As she spoke, Fei Mi raised her right hand, palm up.
A wisp of black mist slowly gathered. It was no longer the form it had before, tinged with a pinkish-purple halo and full of seduction, but pure, bottomless shadow.
The mist swirled in her palm, condensed, and finally formed a small black crystal. Its surface was smooth as a mirror, yet reflected no light at all.
"It's easier to control now."
There was a trace of surprise in Fei Mi's tone.
"And it seems to resonate with the shadow fluctuations my husband gives off."
Shen Yi gave a slight nod.
"Your foundation was excellent to begin with. An original bloodline of the Shadow World has a natural affinity for shadow power far beyond ordinary people, even if