Beneath the Snow Demon's voluminous robes was a graceful, curvaceous body.
Her body was just like her attributes.
Cool and icy.
Even though the Snow Demon had lived for ten thousand years, she had never experienced anything like this.
Hours later.
The Snow Demon lay in Su Wen's arms.
"Pant, pant—"
Her breathing was ragged.
Her icy blue eyes, brimming with mist, were now filled with affection.
She had lived for tens of thousands of years, always alone. All around her, there had been nothing but snow and ice, and an endless solitude.
Only now did she realize how wonderful it was to be together with someone, how happy it could make her.
Exhausted, she fell asleep. Su Wen drifted off too, but his slumber took him somewhere else.
In a strange pocket dimension, everything around him was pitch-black. At its center lay a Blood Pool, reflecting a faint crimson glow.
Ghostly spirits drifted out of the pool from time to time. Even without approaching, Su Wen could sense the pool's power: an utterly evil force of resentment, resentment, and slaughter.
Su Wen had no idea where he was, but he could feel his Martial Soul stirring. That meant it liked this place.
"Does it feel good?"
"A little gift from me!"
A woman's hoarse voice came from all around him.
A beam of light shone in the darkness, and a throne appeared before Su Wen.
A mature, voluptuous woman sat upon it. She wore a violet-black slit dress, and her ink-black hair fell loose around her. Blood-red patterns covered her exposed, shapely thighs, while strange demonic markings ran along her arms.
Several lines of dark purple, eerie script traced her face as well. At first glance, they looked like unusual makeup, giving her an otherworldly aesthetic.
An aura of