I followed the sound, but as I searched, the golden light gradually faded. Why couldn't I see that graceful figure anywhere?
Something was wrong. By rights, she should have been somewhere nearby. I looked toward the ground. The golden light seemed to have weakened considerably, yet it was slowly flowing toward a cluster of pale-red mist.
I raised my head, only to see red clouds roiling ahead! The sight of a blood sea overturning the heavens surged toward me with devastating force!
"Wifey! Big Sister Wifey!" I couldn't find her, so I shamelessly called out.
"Stop shouting! Doesn't it sound awful? Call me Ninth Princess!" Big Sister Wifey berated me from within the sea of clouds. The surrounding air currents swept aside, opening a path.
"Oh! All right, Ninth Princess." I actually thought Big Sister Wifey sounded much better. I had been calling her that for more than twenty years, and taking advantage of her had long since become a habit. I didn't care about gains or losses at this moment.
After the churning sea of blood-red clouds rolled aside, it swept toward the front again. I thought she was about to lose her temper, but when I saw what came after, I realized all those bloody clouds had merged into a blood-red robe. The graceful figure flicked her sleeve, scattering the long, narrow tail of the robe behind her, then walked off in another direction.
Her skin was still as white as jade, while everything else was shrouded in blood-red haze. A blood-red phoenix crown, a blood-red bridal veil, blood-red footsteps... ... ...
She was still as domineering and biting as ever. Though her eyes remained closed, even her profile made people feel she was not to be approached by strangers. Compared with her appearance, I felt my own