In the vast palace, there was a faint air of lust and the smell of blood.
She lay on the bed, staring at an ancient mirror in the distance, lost in thought.
"Weak men really are uninteresting."
Jasmine licked her lips, inexplicably thinking about the Blood-Cloaked Sword God she met yesterday.
"It's a pity; such a man should be mine to play with. A real pity... If he genuinely loves and respects me, I might change my ways and be a dutiful wife."
Jasmine's eyes showed her greed, as well as a trace of murderous intent.
She loved controlling powerful men.
Yesterday, Qi Yuan killed the Ancient Rhythm Ancestor in front of her, which had upset her.
However, in respect to the Blood-Cloaked Sword God, she held back.
"If you do not act quickly, you will lose your chance."
A shrill and raspy voice suddenly sounded from the old mirror.
In the mirror, the silhouette of a man in a white robe appeared.
However, he was nowhere to be seen in the palace.