Crimson battle robe, blood-red armor, dazzlingly unparalleled.
Mu Qingge, as stunning as a flame, with unparalleled beauty, captivating and radiant, harmonized with her temperament, complementing each other.
She stood before the Divine Venerable with neither humility nor arrogance, her posture straight, and an indomitable aura that shocked the Divine Venerable.
No one had ever dared to show such a fearless expression before him. Could it be that this woman was not afraid of him? Not afraid of the Divine Hall, not afraid of death?
No! How could there be anyone in this world who is not afraid of death?
If it weren't for his fear of death, why would he become a slave to the gods? Trading his soul for great power and authority. In fact, no one knew that his lifespan was even longer than others of the same realm!
He ought to be a being revered by the world.
Yet, before this unknowing woman, he felt no different from the ants outside, those lowly commoners.
