A river of pink petals wrapped Su Qingyu within it. From the petals emanated an incomparably extravagant, decadent aura; if an ordinary mortal so much as caught a whiff, they would immediately fall into boundless dustlessness.
Tempered by three thousand worlds of mortal dust...
The river spun at breakneck speed, and Su Qingyu's eyes gradually turned unfocused. She could no longer even hold the Long Sword in her hand steadily.
"Hus... husband..."
Su Qingyu murmured with unfocused eyes.
Seeing Su Qingyu like this, Mei Jiaojiao, seated like a queen at the center of a black lotus, stroked her chin with a thoroughly puzzled expression.
"You've only met a few times. Why do you love him so deeply? What a foolish girl. Being this foolish, sooner or later you'll be deceived until nothing is left of you."
Mei Jiaojiao murmured.
"N-No, that's not right. Demoness, you actually used such demonic sorcery on me."
Just as the Long Sword was about to slip from Su Qingyu's hand, she suddenly awoke. Her eyes became firmer than ever before, and her right hand clenched tightly around the sword.
"Sever."
Immortal power surged through Su Qingyu's body as she swung her sword. A streak of golden sword radiance mercilessly crushed the river before her.
Golden light shrouded Su Qingyu and her long dress. Her eyes, too, gleamed with golden light as she raised her head to look at Mei Jiaojiao in the distance.
"Not a bad reaction."
Mei Jiaojiao stroked her chin, her tone appreciative.
"You really are a demoness with moods as fickle as the wind. A lunatic."
After Su Qingyu spoke, a pair of golden wings appeared behind her back. She immediately charged toward Mei Jiaojiao in the distance, leaving a long trail of golden powdery light wherever she passed.
"Without the Mystic