Outside the window lattice, a faint golden glow slanted into the room, casting a pale gold shadow on the ground.
Floating in the air were the sweltering dust and a faint scent of blood.
For a moment, the room was filled with a long silence, as the Princess looked at the young man before her, his gaze like a hawk's firmly locking onto her.
Beneath his eyes lay an endless and overwhelming scarlet, a strong stench of blood that didn't seem alive, almost reaching the deepest part of his pupils.
It was precisely those eyes that reminded the Princess that the person before her had long been dead.
The hand clasped around her neck had an incredibly frightening strength, carrying a terrifying breath of death.
If not for her cultivation far surpassing his, those of the same realm would likely have had their neck bones crushed to powder.
Yet the Princess had the strength to allow him to act so boldly without any defense.
Her body remained unmoving, her gaze mixed with faint mockery:
