Year 1191 of the Divine Calendar, December. Winter in the Eagle Kingdom had always been bitterly cold, and this year was particularly harsh. The servants in the royal palace had long since lit the furnaces in the underground brick chambers, filling the entire royal city with warmth, allowing the nobles to indulge in revelry. There was only one exception: the…
“Her name is Zhao Zhao.” Only then did Madam Li and her husband realize that the woman before them was the legendary celestial being. They immediately knelt and kowtowed, overwhelmed with gratitude. The woman’s face was hidden in the shadows, but her ethereal beauty was still apparent. She spoke gently, asking them if they would still accept their daughter even…
To flee, or not to flee, the question tangled into a messy knot in Luo Jinxiao’s heart, finding no beginning or end. Father and Mother always said, be a righteous person. Luo Jinxiao’s face fell as she smacked her thigh in frustration. How could she make this choice? Was she really considering saving a demon? But Qu Weiyin…didn’t actually seem…
Luo Jinxiao smelled the scent of burnt flesh and nearly retched. She took two steps back, still slightly panicked, but finally relieved. At least Qu Weiyin didn’t intend to hurt her. Qu Weiyin naturally noticed the wariness in her eyes and scoffed. She looked up at the sky, now nearing dusk. The fiery red sun hung on the horizon, relentlessly…
A fireball, brimming with ferocious magic power, hurtled directly towards Luo Jinxiao. The besieged Demon Lord, bathed in an aura of blood, fell before her. She was as fragile as a flickering candle in the wind, yet her gaze remained fiercely resolute, strikingly beautiful. As her consciousness gradually faded, Luo Jinxiao caught a glimpse of the Demon Lord suddenly reaching…