"And thenβ¦" Helian Wei Wei raised her head as she spoke. As one should meet one's gaze to genuinely parley, Helian Wei Wei did so, but her mind went blank at that moment instead.
Baili Jia Jue was sitting on the throne, but actually Helian Wei Wei was uncertain whether it really was him.
His head was tilted to the side and his dark, long hair was cascaded down to the ground. It was ethereally beautiful.
Surrounding him was a group of women with their necks held high and glued beneath the throne, like flying moths darting toward the fire.
He was sitting up high in a leading position, looking at Helian Wei Wei from afar.
His pupils were like pitless caves filled with startling evilness. By looking at them even for just a moment, one would be caught and engulfed in the evilness. They were like the mandalas blooming at midnight, radiating alluring beauty that would corrupt one's soul.
