The crimson liquid stained the pale lips, giving them a slightly enchanting aura.
Ning Feiyan's long eyes reflected the misty haze, calm and composed, seemingly not worried about her fate in the remaining four days.
After calming down, Baili An was also well aware that in this Netherworld Palace, life and death were not up to him.
If it weren't for the Female Demon Lord's inexplicable affection for him, simply by his repeated offenses against her bottom line, he would have been executed under the sun long ago.
No one could change what the Female Demon Lord decided upon.
Just like Ning Feiyan knows, as the supreme ruler of a realm, the Female Demon Lord controls the life and death of all things, even the six rivers are no exception.
Even when being humiliated and bled for medicine, she was powerless and helpless.
All the anger at this moment was merely an expression of inability and incapability.
