Ye Luo had to admit that the Black Skirt Woman before him was breathtakingly beautiful.
Her ink-black dress not only outlined her graceful, proud figure, but also made her skin, white and crystalline as mutton-fat jade, stand out all the more. Her deep blue hair was gathered into a loose bun, and her slender swan-like neck made her exquisite, alluring features appear even more striking.
If she had merely possessed peerless beauty, that would have been one thing.
Yet this woman's temperament was exceptionally unique. She appeared seductive in every glance and step, yet beneath it lay an invisible air of aloof pride and disdain, like a sovereign reigning high above, capable of frightening souls.
In some people's eyes, she was like a queen above the Ninth Heaven, inviolable and beyond desecration.
But in others' eyes, such a woman was simply a peerless temptress capable of toppling nations and ruining cities, one who could ignite the most primal desires buried in a person's heart.
Even Ye Luo was briefly dazed, inwardly crying out that she was a demoness.
But Su Yi was in no mood to admire beauty at the moment. He merely glanced at the smiling Nether King before walking forward on his own.
Ye Luo followed closely behind.
Nether King: "?"
This guy was just going to ignore her like that?
Her beautiful eyes shifted as she followed after them. With open composure, she asked Ye Luo, "May I ask how to address you, Fellow Daoist?"
Ye Luo watched his nose, his nose watched his heart, and ignored her.
His master had not deigned to acknowledge this woman, so naturally, he would not take the initiative to provoke her.
Nether King: "???"
She... was really this unwelcome?
The Nether King lightly bit her full, rosy lips, then suddenly