Wei Palace...
Snow and wind.
The King of Wei had just lost his temper.
Fu Shirong, though not understanding the reason, breathed a long sigh of relief, because she had finally returned to Fengning Palace. This time, she had already put aside concerns of life and death; she only wanted to kill that Demonic Fox.
Bam!
A cold gust pushed open the window, dispersing the warmth from the earth dragon.
Fu Shirong hurriedly got up to close the window. Once it was shut tight, she rubbed her hands together, and as she turned, she noticed a small shadow had unknowingly stood behind her.
The shadow swelled up, rapidly growing larger, its fangs slowly revealing and moving toward Fu Shirong, who was now unable to move.
Fu Shirong realized how ridiculous it was to "pursue great power with the body of a Mortal."
She closed her eyes.
But instead of the expected sharp pain, a warm embrace came.
