Yue Mei saw Xiao Le standing there in a daze and kindly reminded him.
Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Xiao Le could not help but feel his heartbeat quicken. He was about to face one of the two great female leads from the original story—the decisive and ruthless Queen Medusa, whose beauty was renowned throughout the Jia Ma Empire.
The mere dozen or so stone steps felt like a stairway to heaven. The closer he got to the palace gates, the more unsettled his heart became.
Just as he raised his hand, the palace doors opened by themselves. A chill swept over him, and Xiao Le could not help but shudder.
The palace was exceptionally neat, entirely unlike the chaotic Snake-People Tribe settlements. On the high platform stood a peerlessly beautiful figure, proud and aloof. Her dark purple snake tail, flecked with seven-colored scales and far more beautiful than Yue Mei's, rested languidly against the throne atop the platform.
Above that snake tail was a flawless body that seemed sculpted by the gods themselves. Her smooth skin was exposed to the air, her chest rose proudly, and even Ya Fei and Xiao Xun'er, both beauties capable of toppling cities, could not compare to her cold and peerless face.
His brief distraction was immediately snapped away by a chill. He hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look again. Perhaps this was the most proper moment of Xiao Le's life.
After all, his life mattered most.
"A Dou Shi so young—surely you are not some nobody!" Her heavenly voice carried an unquestionable authority.
Her pale golden triangular pupils pierced straight into Xiao Le, as though no secret could escape her gaze.
Xiao Le smiled helplessly. It was not his fault that he was so talented. Without concealing anything, he said,