Blood-colored Miasma surged among the sea of Manjushaka, millions of bewitching flowers exhaling scarlet mist. Beneath their roots lay a bed of skulls, the foul-smelling fog actually formed from the vital essence of human blood.
Wang Zhaojun stepped forward as frost crystals condensed with every pace. Her wide sleeves fluttered, and the eerie red light cast a bone-chilling glow across her pale face.
At the center of the sea of flowers, the Charm Demon lay languidly upon a bed of earthly bones and lotus leaves. The silver bells on her bare ankles chimed softly with her movements, and the mottled bloodstains on her skirt blended into the sea of blossoms.
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