A blood moon shone in the sky, yet it exuded an ethereal aura—cool and noble.
Red Moon!
Zhou Heng sighed, both disappointed and somewhat excited.
He was disappointed because it was Red Moon, not the Huotian he yearned for day and night. But since Red Moon had appeared, he could ask her about Huotian. He only hoped she would tell him the truth!
Red Moon walked over with graceful steps, dressed in a snowy-white gauze gown, her long black hair draped over her shoulders. She wore not a single ornament, yet her otherworldly, peerless beauty surpassed any adornment.
She was still barefoot. Her jade-like lotus feet were untouched by a speck of dust, dainty and exquisite enough to intoxicate the mind.
Though Ancient Heavenly King was a perverted old lecher, when facing Red Moon, all he felt was such overwhelming terror that his heart seemed ready to burst. His whole body trembled as he lowered his head to the ground, not daring to look at her even once more.
The peerless beauty before him smiled sweetly, vivid and lively. She simply could not be reconciled with the figure from before who spoke every sentence with "I" and "you" in such lofty, archaic tones.
"You—you've recovered all your memories!" Zhou Heng suddenly said.
Red Moon smiled radiantly and lightly clapped her hands. "Smart! What reward should I give you?" She placed a finger against her red lips, revealing a thoughtful look. That delicate, lovely appearance alone could beguile a man to death!
Even Zhou Heng's heart could not help but pound. After all, this woman was the only superlative femme fatale who could contend with Huotian in beauty and charm! He forcibly steadied himself and said, "Where is Huotian?"
"That truly hurts my feelings. Why do you only ask about my