"Flora, are you still having that foolish dream?"
In the steaming mist of Sulfur Lake, the Enchanting Demon Lilith toyed with a cluster of azure flames, lifting it with the tip of her tail to play with it between her fingers.
Scorching lava flowed slowly across the ground, painting a layer of red in her eyes.
She smiled slightly, crushed the flame in her hand, and with eyes swirling with seductive intentions, glanced at the figure sitting cross-legged at the edge of the distant cliff.
"..."
The petite figure ignored her approach at this moment, lowering her head and silently flipping through the tome in her hand.
The tome was worn out, not a Magic Guidebook, just an ordinary Mortal Realm book, devoid of any special value.
Yet it was still treated with care, being handled like a treasure in the hands of the petite figure.
Because it was incredibly rare in the Abyss, a book depicting the customs and cultures of the Mortal Realm.
