The lingering might in the air reverberated, almost tangible, even causing the space to seem frozen.
Among the thin, misty red fog, Liu Bingyue slowly approached, her delicate jade feet bare, walking elegantly with her dress fluttering, creating a stark contrast with Xia Shiyue in her flowing white dress.
In Zhu Yan's eyes, these two terrifying women, one seemed like an immortal, the other like a demon.
Liu Bingyue's eyes bore traces of tears, her long hair slightly disheveled, exuding an indescribable poignant beauty.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, her demeanor turned unbelievably seductive,
"What, is Palace Master Xia also long-suffering from solitude, interested in this Pure Yang Holy Body?"
Xia Shiyue remained silent, simply watching her quietly, the killing intent in her eyes growing stronger.
Sensing the killing intent in her eyes, Liu Bingyue felt a chill in her heart, also confused.
