Myriad Demon Grotto.
The moment Ji Yuan heard those three words, he froze where he stood.
That voice was far too familiar to him.
So familiar that even after more than two hundred years, he could recognize it at once.
He turned around.
At the end of the corridor, the warm yellow glow of lanterns spilled over a woman.
She wore a long purple dress embroidered with flowers, its fabric covered in intricate silver-thread patterns. A belt of just the right width cinched her waist, outlining her lush, curvaceous figure.
The neckline was not particularly low, yet the overly full curves at her chest made it seem especially constricting. The fabric stretched taut, and two mounds of snow-white flesh squeezed out through the collar, forming a dizzying, deep ravine.
Her collarbones were exposed, above them a stretch of snow-white neck, and above that, the face Ji Yuan had thought he would only ever see again in his memories.
Her features were so exquisite that she scarcely seemed real, more like a fox fairy who had stepped out of a painting.
A lotus-shaped crimson marking bloomed between her brows—the sign that appeared only after a Sky Fox Tribe member's bloodline awakened.
Her fox eyes tilted slightly upward, their corners holding a pool of moisture that had yet to fall. Her lashes trembled lightly, as though she were desperately restraining something.
Her full lips were slightly parted.
She stood there so prettily, one hand holding a spirit lamp while the other gripped the hem of her skirt tightly.
Dong Qian.
Ji Yuan's pupils shuddered violently.
He opened his mouth. The word "Dong" had already reached his lips.
But before he could say it, Dong Qian raised a slender, jade-like finger and lightly pressed it against her own lips, making a gesture for