"Restraint? Drained?"


    Are those words really appropriate here?@@@@


    The veiled Demon Lord, who had been calmly making tea, now had an icy gaze that could freeze mountains. With one hand, she crushed the wooden teacup in front of her, distorting it beyond recognition. Behind her, faint black shadows began to take shape, radiating ominous energy.


    There was no doubt—this Demon Lord was thoroughly displeased with Bu Haoyan’s choice of words and seemed on the verge of striking.


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