In the cell,
the Eldest Princess was practicing her calligraphy. Bold forceful brush strokes flew across the paper surface, and text characters imbued with Martial Arts True Intent appeared one after another.
She then frowned.
Looking at the words she had just written, dissatisfaction was written all over her face.
She casually threw the papers away. The Purgatory Netherflames engulfed them and burned these papers into ashes.
She was about to continue when she suddenly felt very uneasy. Her heart was thumping very loudly. This was an early warning sign to her. She put down her brush and looked outside.
A black-clad man with three heads and a cold menacing demeanor stood outside. A terrifying demonic aura emanated from his body as he stared icily at her.
"What a devastatingly beautiful face," the Three-Headed Dragon complimented her.
"You are here to take my dragon aura?" the Eldest Princess asked.