Ancestral grounds of the Nine Snake Tribe
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Empress Luan Xing dispersed the Chaos Qi on her face, and revealed an exquisite beauty that could put the world in chaos—especially that enchanting grace. Even if Hu Niu was not inferior to her in terms of beauty, in terms of bearing, she was not just a little bit weaker.
After all, Hu Niu was still young, so her grace had not fully developed. In the future, it might be that she would not be inferior to her in the slightest, but as of now, Empress Luan Xing was definitely the greatest source of calamity, and there was no other.
Involuntarily, Ling Han's eyes lit up. He would not get tired of looking at her even after seeing this source of calamity for a hundred times. Furthermore, when he was with her, he would automatically forget any other person, and could only think of her.
This was the enchantment of the empress.
"I want to ask you some questions," she said solemnly.