Night thick as ink, yet intoxicating,
On the originally empty bed, a faint shadow appeared and gradually became solid and tangible.
First, a face as beautiful as pear blossoms in full bloom after a spring breeze materialized, then the delicate body in its intricate palace dress.
Finally, as if adding the finishing touch to a painting, her ethereal and tranquil eyes began to move.
"It's over."
Jing Lixue stared blankly ahead, her delicate chin slightly lowered, her lips curved with a hint of an expression that was either regret or a sigh.
"Princess."
At her appearance, the three demons were first startled, then delighted.
"You're finally out?"
"Mhm."
Jing Lixue responded indifferently, asking, "No one else outside has noticed anything unusual, right?"
"No."
The leading Fox Demon shook its head, repeatedly saying, "You can rest assured, the way of Sage Zhuang is not something they can sense."
"Is that so?"
Jing Lixue said faintly.