The autumn breeze was brisk, and leaves from the maple trees fell one after the other, landing on the ground and on the Empress's hair.
Fang Yang raised his hand and gently brushed off the leaves, caressing her soft, black hair with eyes full of tenderness.
He even voluntarily dissipated a part of his formless Demon Body, reducing the impact of the cultivation technique so it was no longer as overpowering as before.
After all, it was her first time cultivating, and he wanted to leave a good impression on the Empress. He didn't wish to continue tormenting her. If there was anyone to blame, it was his strength that was far too formidable, so much so that even the Empress found it hard to endure.