Black Bellied Belle: Demon Lord, Bite The Bait Please Chapter 322.3: I’m Back, Why Are You Not Happy?

But the man was at that moment clearing away the cobwebs in his path, seemingly not paying any mind to the dilapidated mess all around the place as his footsteps went striding resolutely inside.

Everyone then followed closely behind the man inside.

After they stepped inside, they then discovered that besides seeming to feel rather bare and sparse, the interior was not as messy and dilapidated.

In that expansive and empty hall, a sudden gust of wind came rolling through, causing the white silk tapestries hanging on the walls on both sides to flutter and flap, bringing an ominous and sinister feeling into the air.

There was nothing in the enormous hall except for an enormous black seat up on the podium. Upon the seat, a person was suddenly seen sitting upon it.

In a long flowing black gown that reached to the floor, looking like a black mandara flower in full bloom, her long luscious hair reaching her waist and almost touching the ground with her sitting down.

It was only when they went closer to the figure that they discovered the person was a beautiful young woman with extremely exquisite features.

Her eyes were closed, her long lashes quiet and still like butterfly wings at rest over her eyelids, a faint furrow between her brows like she was carrying some irreconcilable sadness and grief on her mind.

Her quaint and petite lips were lightly pressed together, tinged with a faint pink like soft flower petals. She held her forehead in her hand, like she had been deep in thought before she unconsciously fell asleep.

A clear pristine aura surrounded her, a young woman so extraordinary that it seemed she must have been a fairy who accidentally fell into this mundane mortal realm, an entity that one could absolutely not bear to profane, feeling like it would be a sin to merely wake her from her peaceful slumber.

For a moment, it seemed like no words or any form of rhetoric could come to adequately describe the young woman’s perfection.

Everyone had not noticed that after they came inside, their footsteps had unconsciously slowed down.

All of a sudden, like she had sensed something, the young woman stirred and her eyelashes fluttered softly. The very next second, the pair of mysterious eyes slowly opened.

The eyes were dispassionate and apathetic, silver irises that did not show any emotion.

Just like the glaciers in the Mind Free Peak’s snowy lands, rock hard ice that had not melted for many millennia, those eyes made people pause in their steps.

In reality, when the group of people had first appeared here earlier, Ming Yue had already sensed them.

Right before her eyes, was the man clad in robes that were white as snow, his countenance so familiar to her, eyes that carried a hint of a smile as they looked unblinkingly at her.