It was Shadow.
The black-robed figure stood silently, its tall posture slightly hunched.
Purple Death's beautiful purple eyes narrowed dangerously.
She pulled the thin bedsheet tighter around her body, though it did little to hide her alluring curves.
"You still dare to show your face here?" she sneered.
She had not forgotten how this strange puppet had beaten her, leading to her at the mercy of that bastard Li Feng.
"..."
Shadow didn't reply, continuing to stare at her in silence.
The atmosphere between them grew increasingly tense.
Purple Death's voluptuous chest rose and fell with barely suppressed anger.
The thin bedsheet clung to her damp skin from the waterfall mist, outlining every seductive line of her body.
"If you have something to say, then say it," she said coldly.
"Otherwise, get lost. This is my territory."
She had already begun to accept that she might be trapped here for a long time and had claimed this area as her own.
