She half-dozed with a pair of crimson, slender fox-like eyes, her hand toying with a severed head.
Fine and soft hair cascaded like running water beneath the silver Emperor's Crown, as black as an endless, unwaking night.
The head lying between her thighs stared back at her with ghostly eyes, saying, "I am not your plaything."
Si Li gazed down with those fox-like eyes, a hint of wicked charm in her slightly drooped eyelids, and chuckled lightly, "After all, it is a beauty's head; why such a temper?"
Seeing she remained unchanged, the beauty's head closed its eyes, no longer speaking another word.
Just then, an overwhelming aura swept over, and not far in front of her, the space covered by her dark aura suddenly split open, revealing a huge rift. A man emerged from the rift, carrying a sharp presence with him.
