Inside the Profound Emperor Hall.
Yan Yun, who was leaning against the dragon throne asleep, had her faint brows tightly furrowed, several creases pressed into her forehead as though she were enduring immense mental strain.
Her long lashes, once still and relaxed, now trembled violently.
Her calm, steady breathing began to turn rapid and ragged, her full chest heaving sharply with each labored breath.
A layer of fine sweat beaded across her pale forehead. Several strands of hair were dampened by perspiration, and her thin red lips had been unconsciously bitten until a trace of bright blood seeped out.
Zhou Ming looked at Yan Yun in confusion.
Was this woman having a nightmare?
What kind of dream felt that real?
She had bitten herself until she bled?
At that moment, Yan Yun let out several soft, pained groans. Her breathtaking face twisted slightly from some unknown pain, carrying a fragile sense of collapse.
Zhou Ming cautiously walked to the dragon throne and gently shook her shoulder.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Following Zhou Ming's soft call.
Yan Yun's phoenix eyes snapped open, and a terrifying aura erupted from within her.
In that instant.
Zhou Ming felt like he was about to die.
As Yan Yun's aura burst forth, darkness instantly engulfed him, and his vision went black.
He felt as though he had fallen into a bottomless abyss of darkness, descending endlessly.
Yan Yun's cold voice sounded beside his ear.
"Who removed your seal?"
The scene shifted.
Light returned.
A trace of killing intent filled Yan Yun's eyes as she looked at Zhou Ming.
"Of course I removed it myself! There's no one else here. It couldn't have been you who removed it for me, could it?"
Facing that sliver of killing intent, Zhou Ming answered calmly.
Though they had not