He sprinted all the way only to not find Ning Feiyan, but instead, he collided directly with the monarch of the Demon World.
Behind her stretched the vast night, the burning peach blossoms of early spring simmering in the distance, the moon's crimson, blood-like hue gradually dimming into the long night.
The enchanting blood night transformed and faded into a cool, ink-like color.
Amidst the swaying mist of blossoms, intoxicating and enchanting, the faint red vertical scar on the Female Demon Lord's brow also disbanded with the waning glow of the blood-moon.
The fresh blood from the burst wound quickly stained her sleeves with several patches of bright red, dirtying her King's Robe.
