In the underground palace of the Blood Moon Palace, the air seemed frozen.
The Blood Queen stared at Chiyou's residual soul, a complex expression flitting across her beautiful face—anger, fear, but more than anything, an indescribable emotion.
"Thirty thousand years..." The Blood Queen slowly spoke, her voice trembling slightly, "Thirty thousand years have passed, and you still haven't dissipated."
"What, surprised?" Chiyou's residual soul sneered, "Little Rou, did you really think that strike back then could completely destroy me?"
"Little Rou..." A hint of killing intent flashed in the Blood Queen's eyes, "I haven't heard that name in thirty thousand years. If you dare to address me like that again, don't blame me for disregarding past loyalties!"
"Past loyalties?" Chiyou laughed mockingly, "If you truly cared about past loyalties, how could you have betrayed me and the entire Ten Thousand Souls Sect back then?"
