The night air winding through the high, open-air corridors of the Saintess's villa was intoxicatingly cool, carrying the faint, sweet scent of crushed night-lotuses and drifting mountain mist.
Below the arched stone ramparts, the vast city of the Demonic Lotus Sect slept beneath the pale luminescence of the demonic moon, its gargoyle spires and bell towers casting long, peaceful shadows over the quiet canals.
At this moment... Chen Xu was humming as he walked towards Su Xishi's room.
His footsteps were light, almost weightless, clicking rhythmically against the polished flagstones.
He wore an unadorned robe of deep twilight silk, his hair loosely gathered at the nape of his neck, his handsome face illuminated by a soft, boyish radiance that he had never displayed before the elders of the court.
He couldn't believe that the woman he loves had invited him!
