"You are like a fire in the winter, its blazing flames warming my heart. Every time you quietly draw near, the fire's light illuminates me..."
In the sky, three hundred li east of the Purple Chu Imperial Capital, Lan Mengling strolled leisurely through the air with her hands clasped behind her back.
She was even humming a tune that Shen Lang had once sung.
Combined with her world-stunning beauty and the blazing flames that wreathed her body, it was a sight that no man could look away from.
Lan Mengling, the Saintess of the Demon God Hall, who wielded immense power...
The flickering Vermilion Bird Divine Fire around her could incinerate all, yet Lan Mengling herself had always been as cold and indifferent as ten-thousand-year-old ice.
To think she would reveal such a side of herself. If anyone else had seen it, they probably wouldn't have believed their eyes.
Lan Mengling was humming her little tune and strolling leisurely when she suddenly frowned and came to a halt.
