The bonfire burned brightly, its faint light flickering and swaying.
Rain fell ceaselessly through the woods. As it fell past the cave entrance, it caught the firelight from within, glittering with specks of radiance that swiftly vanished.
The Demon Sage stood before Su Mo, her expression calm and beautiful.
The Demon Sage had a full figure. Her slender fingers swept back the long hair before her forehead, revealing an emotion that seemed wanton yet was deeply flustered.
Her soft, graceful body was very close to Su Mo, so close that he seemed able to smell the faint fragrance upon her.
Su Mo gazed at the Demon Sage and sighed. He suddenly noticed that her face showed no sign of being overcome by Aversion Thought. He gave a wry laugh. "Senior, it seems your Aversion Thought has already passed?"
The Demon Sage abruptly stiffened, looking at Su Mo in a daze.
Just as I thought. Su Mo had his answer. The Demon Sage was merely using Aversion Thought as a pretext to make her sacrifice seem a little more natural.
She wanted to set an example for the demon race within the Demon Pagoda. If she could unite with the Emperor of the world, the demons would naturally have nothing more to say, but this required her to sacrifice herself.
She was not someone who constantly spoke of the greater good. She hoped to make everything look a little more natural.
Uniting with Su Mo would not look like her sacrificing herself, either. Instead, she wanted it to appear that, overcome by Aversion Thought, she had forced herself upon Su Mo...
"I don't know what you're talking about." The Demon Sage frowned and drew closer to Su Mo.
Seeing the persistence in the Demon Sage's eyes, Su Mo suddenly said, "Perhaps