Dark clouds enveloped the sky above, and in the dead of the silent moonlight, footsteps crushing dry leaves resonated from afar.
As the clouds tore open, a dismal and chilly moonlight washed over the Mortal World, casting the glow on a breathtakingly beautiful face, cold and laced with murderous intent.
She held a golden leaf-embossed umbrella in her hand, her dark robes fluttering amidst the withered petals, adorned with the luxurious and noble jewels draped around her.
Gold thread embroidered the hem of her robe with thousands of clouds, mountains, rivers, and moons, the entire figure wrapped in the pitch-black night, cold and detached, like a lonely soul wandering from the moonlight.
At that moment, the expression on Fei Yan, the Enchanting Demon's face, truly resembled someone who had seen a ghost.
Her body rigidly froze; neither sitting nor standing felt right. Her face which was previously flushed with lust, instantly turned ghostly pale.
