He never imagined that the day would come when the daughter of the righteous sect leader could gather so harmoniously with the Lord of the Demon World.
The Female Demon Lord, noticing his tense demeanor, sneered: "Why so surprised? Since I promised you not to take their lives, I will naturally let them live well."
Baili An asked, "Where is this place?"
Even though at this moment his body was too weak to lift even a finger, unable to move at all, he could clearly feel that he was placed in water.
The water enveloping his body was unbeknownst to him, containing a faint herbal fragrance. The water was as cold as Han Shuang; its chilling sensation seeping into his bones was barely bearable even for him.
From behind, the Female Demon Lord scooped up a handful of wet hair from the water behind him, deftly combed through with her fingers, and formed a simple bun.
