In the pitch-black, fathomless cave, a rotting female head was a truly horrifying sight.
Zhang Yuanqing spread open his palm and condensed a flame-like ball of golden fire, casting a soft, gentle glow.
—He had lit the golden flame mainly to provide the Elf Queen with light.
The head on the stone bed was badly decayed. Its golden hair was dry as straw, its eyes wide open as though it had died with them unclosed, its eyeballs grayish-white and lifeless, and its rotting face gray-black.
Zhang Yuanqing turned to the Elf Queen. "Who is she?"
The Elf Queen fell to her knees and devoutly worshipped the head before answering Zhang Yuanqing's question.
"She should... be the goddess of beauty."
The goddess of beauty?! Zhang Yuanqing's pupils contracted slightly. The Elf Queen's answer had shocked him.
He asked for confirmation, "The goddess of beauty from the myths and legends?"
If she was the goddess of beauty from the myths of the Second District, then this was no small matter—a demigod-level powerhouse.
The Elf Queen's voice was sweet and seductive.
"That is what the secrets passed down through generations of elves say."
Zhang Yuanqing fell into thought. "Who killed her and cut off her head?"
The goddess of beauty was the embodiment of "Love and Desire," as well as "beauty." According to Uncle, the Succubus president of the Goddess of Beauty Association was a peerless beauty whom even demigods of the evil faction could not bring themselves to touch.
It was precisely because of her bug-like charm that the Love and Desire profession's offensive power was so weak.
What kind of existence could kill a demigod-level Love and Desire professional?
The truth behind it was terrifying to contemplate.
The Elf Queen shook her head. "I don't know..."
Zhang Yuanqing said coolly, "Tell