The Human Emperor Gets Beaten
The woman lying on the ground in white, ethereal attire, with glimpses of her skin like condensed fat, had a figure as delicate as a willow swaying in the wind. The heart-wrenching sound of her crying tugged at the heartstrings. A mere blurry silhouette could drive a man insane.
Di Xin looked around and saw that the narrow alley was eerie and secluded. He couldn't fathom why a beautiful woman would be crying in such a place. So, he cleared his throat and walked toward the woman.
As the Human Emperor, the aura of human righteousness surrounded him, making it impossible for any evil spirits to approach. Di Xin confidently reached out to comfort her.
"May I ask, young lady, why are you crying so bitterly in this small alley? How about you tell me? I might be able to help."