Her crystalline toes touched the ground lightly as she rose onto tiptoe, drawing closer and closer.
Her beautiful eyes, seemingly tinged with peach blossom, brimmed with endless struggle, as though she already stood at the edge of a cliff.
Below that cliff lay an abyss, but also the White Jade Capital.
Painful, yet joyous.
In the end, she could hold out no longer. A heartstring snapped completely, and her cherry lips parted as she slowly leaned toward Fang Yang.
A few words escaped her lips in an almost inaudible murmur.
"Demon Venerable, please do not spare This Palace..."
At that moment, even Fang Yang felt his heart tremble. Soon, however, the corners of his lips curled into a playful smile. He watched her teasingly, looking at the Empress Dowager with fire burning in her eyes, and feigned confusion.
"What do you mean, Empress Dowager? Why can I not understand?"
The Empress Dowager bit her lip until blood stained its crimson surface. Her swanlike neck was held high, her eyes filled with boundless shame. How could she not know that the Demon Venerable was simply teasing her?
Yet she could not struggle free at all now. Layers of rosy clouds burned across her face as she gazed into his deep eyes and handsome face.
Her mind was a complete jumble. All she wanted was to practice her clan's rather unusual Dual Cultivation Art as soon as possible.
But... she was the Empress Dowager of a kingdom, and an exceptional prodigy within her clan.
How could she possibly bring herself to ask?
It was simply too embarrassing, too humiliating.
Thus, she clenched her teeth, her translucent toes almost digging into the ground, and let the spring water submerge her, hoping to calm herself a little.
But how difficult that was! No matter