"Of course, I didn't want to attend that utterly boring meeting. But who could've refused him? When he's not around, I promised to keep his daughter's court in order," Tiaola sighed, looking utterly helpless.
"So even though every cell in my body resists, I still had to attend that dull meeting."
"That man?" Lin Ge put down his glass and gently pushed the concoction, the "Blood and Sand," toward Tiaola. "Are you talking about the previous Demon King Reddy?"
Tiaola didn't answer his question but stared at the glass in front of her with shining eyes, puffed out her flat chest, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and displayed a look of intoxication.
She picked up the glass and began to savor this special Blood and Sand.
Sweet blood.
Time-stilled sand.
This delightful and agreeable taste gave her the same wonderful sensation she only experienced when she stopped time.