Xue Qingluo.
Li Shouchang had heard her name. She was the foremost figure of the Bloodshadow Sect's younger generation in the Northern Lands. Her demonic arts were extraordinarily sinister, and she had already reached the Void-Treading Realm. Her name carried weight throughout the Northern Lands' Devil Sect. Because she liked to dress in red, she was also known as the Crimson Young Master.
The sects and branches of the Northern Lands' Devil Sect were tangled in complex rivalries, and the Bloodshadow Sect was hardly a major power among them. Xue Qingluo had not earned her reputation through the shelter of her sect. She had clawed and bitten her way to it, fist by fist and step by step, across the murky Northern Lands.
No one could afford to take someone like her lightly.
"I cast a hook here on a whim, and look what a fine fish I caught."
Xue Qingluo ran her fingers across the snowy skin of the alluring beauty beside her. She extended her small, lilac-like tongue and lightly licked the earlobe of the beauty on her left, a smile lingering on her lips.
Countless Yin Demons shuttled through the Void—Withered Shadow Yin, Ghost Mother Demons, Sensual Aggregate Thoughts... They danced to some unseen order.
Xue Qingluo toyed with the beauty beside her, peeling away the red gauze that barely covered her. On skin as lustrous as jade, the dark demonic markings seemed to come alive, slithering like snakes beneath Xue Qingluo's cold fingers.
Every movement, every stroke and pluck, held the Heavenly Demon Law and the mysteries of Self-Transformation Freedom. Xue Qingluo played her two concubines like instruments, and the countless Yin Demons in the Void danced along.
A Demonic Thought, faint yet impossible to sever, quietly spread through the Void like a net.
Drums.
Low,