Just as Hun Changqing held Saint Molan in his grasp and prepared to leave, her expression changed dramatically once again. After a slight shudder of her delicate body, she became strangely seductive and spoke in a coquettish voice.
"My lord, we only just finished, and now you're tormenting me again. You're making me feel so uncomfortable~"
That sultry voice made Hun Changqing instinctively glance at Saint Molan, whom he held under his control. The corner of his mouth twitched.
Her personality changed so quickly that it caught him completely off guard.
"Behave yourself. I'm taking you back now."
Hun Changqing rubbed his brow and sighed deeply, then ignored Saint Molan's provocative poses and headed straight outside.
Outside, in Poseidon City.
At that moment, Poseidon City was gripped by an intensely tense atmosphere. The city's remaining Three Emperors and its senior officials hovered outside the gates.
Their bodies were taut and their auras imposing as they stared gravely at the figure standing a short distance from the gates.
That figure was breathtakingly beautiful, her exquisite features flawless, as though carved by the heavens themselves.
Yet her expression was cold. Dressed in black robes with her hands behind her back, she radiated the imperial bearing of one who alone reigned supreme, oppressing everyone present and making them feel an urge to prostrate themselves before her.
Everyone in Poseidon City was horrified by that aura. Among the Three Emperors, Ya Fei also felt a flicker of puzzlement amid her shock. For some reason, the exquisite face of this woman, who seemed the most exalted being in all creation, felt familiar, as though she had seen her somewhere before.
"Senior, this is Poseidon City, governed by Saint Molan. May I ask what brings you here?"
Though puzzled by that sense of familiarity, Ya