Red Blood Tower, seventh floor.
Wan Yingying's bright eyes stared fixedly at Hai Yuqiong's alluring red lips. She was especially curious about the surprise this woman had mentioned, but Hai Yuqiong clearly had no intention of saying.
Wan Yingying almost wished she could reach her hand into Hai Yuqiong's mouth and pull out every word she had left unsaid.
Seeing the eager, yearning look in Wan Yingying's eyes, Hai Yuqiong found it amusing. This little Spirit Transformation cultivator did not hide her thoughts, yet she did not come off as affected either. She only made people find her endearing. She truly was an interesting one.
In comparison, Shen Xuanjing was as dull as a wooden figure.
The Heavenly Human imperial clan's rules, passed down through dozens of kalpas, were incomparably cumbersome and stifled one's nature. This was also the common failing of every long-established race.
The royal lineages among the Evil Path, Ghost Race, and Demon Race had been severed many times, so they were much better off in that regard. However, those races consequently lacked much of the accumulated foundation and were regarded as crude barbarians.
"More guests have arrived..."
Hai Yuqiong casually tapped the Jade Chime hanging above the low table. With a clear clang, the music abruptly ceased, and the many dancing maidens bowed neatly toward Hai Yuqiong before drifting away.
Once the musicians and dancers had left, the hall seemed particularly spacious—almost too empty.
At that moment, Third Shopkeeper Jiang Yulin led several cultivators into the hall.
The cultivator at the forefront stood eight feet tall, with violet eyes and pale skin. His long hair fell loose over his shoulders, and he wore a flowing crimson robe threaded with gold.
Wan Yingying recognized him at once as a member of the Devil Race's royal clan. Not