Imperial Treasure

Touching the bare branches, also touched the petals floating in the air, slightly soft, slowly drifting...

Then it gathered slowly in front of Sui Yi, forming a vague human shape.

A person.

A woman.

A woman in a robe.

The robe had no patterns or decorations, only a flowing mercurial texture, and it was about the same height as Sui Yi, loose and slit at the bottom, revealing vague long legs, snow-white and delicate, as her bare feet stepped onto the dirty ground.

The ground sprouted beautifully frosted snowy flowers.

Spreading over a range of several miles.

The bare cherry trees turned into icy floral trees.

Magnificent and exquisite.

It should be said, this is a perfect simulation of ice and snow.

The ice and snow turned into cherry blossoms.

Yet not cold at all.

Like spring.

She stood in front of Sui Yi, less than half a meter away, slightly leaning forward, extending her hand...

That hand was even more slender than Sui Yi’s, with a ring similar to the Beak of the Golden Crow on her forefinger, but it was pure silver with black, and as she extended her hand, the golden light of the Beak of the Golden Crow dimmed.

The Little Golden Crow whimpered and lowered its head, somewhat trembling.

As for Gu Sansi, she had long since bitten her lips.

She... how could she still be here.

Those icy fingers, slowly...

That movement was very slow, but it gave a terrifying sense of suffocation.

Clearly, she extended her hand towards Sui Yi.

But everyone felt that her slender fingers could easily crush their souls.

And these fingers fell on Sui Yi’s pale face.

Ice cold.

Sui Yi’s pupils immediately trembled.

There was a reflection of a face in her eyes.

Chilly? Exquisite? Beautiful?

Even city-crushing, nation-destroying beauty can’t describe it.

She is a god.

A true god.

Some words are not applicable to her.

It can only be said that everything about her transcends living beings.

Even the two hands on her face are the most perfect work of art.

And this person... is an existence akin to the High Priest.

The only ones who had seen the true High Priest up close, Su Zimu and Mo Ke, looked at this person a bit dazedly.

Yet also felt a strong fear, urging them to lower their heads.

Just before bowing, they heard the woman speak.

"You, are afraid."

Afraid?

Sui Yi had almost never been afraid, but at this moment, she indeed felt a kind of fear,

From this person.

She wanted to speak, but couldn’t say anything, only able to purse her lips, looking at the every inch of perfection on this woman’s face before her.

Except for those eyes, she didn’t dare to look.

Because she saw through her entirely first.

"What are you afraid of, in this world, no one understands you better than I do..."

"Your soul, disgust, likes, cowardice, joy..."

She spoke carelessly, leisurely holding Sui Yi’s face, gently lifting her chin, fingertips smoothing down her smooth and delicate skin, past the bridge of her nose, down her cheek, along her chin.

"And, your body."

Her fingers pressed on Sui Yi’s lips.

If Chu Yezui acted on a whim, indulging herself with Sui Yi’s guilt-induced tolerance.

Then this woman was a completely forceful plunderer.

There was no one else in her eyes but Sui Yi, who she held by the chin.

Sui Yi wasn’t breathing because of the Witch Body, but her soul did, as she had been human for too long.

Whether in the nine cycles of reincarnation or during the High Priest’s stay in the Human Realm.

Her bones were steeped with a thick human essence.

But this person wasn’t.

Every strand of her hair displayed her power and supremacy, her body and soul had no sense of breath.

"Shen... Zhiyue"

Sui Yi said softly, her tongue slightly trembling, half her tone coming from herself, the other half from... the true High Priest.

Her mind was a bit confused, not out of fear, but from the stirring of the High Priest.

"Oh... so you still remember me?"

Shen Zhiyue’s expression was emotionless, but her fingers continuously rolled over Sui Yi’s lips, as if subtly trying to draw them into Sui Yi’s lips.

Reckless and wanton.

Wanton and cold.

"Or, are you afraid that I’ll hurt these little toys, making you heartbroken and sad? So you have to suffer to make peace...just like back then."

Sui Yi turned her head aside, and those fingers left her lips.

But she felt the fingers on her chin apply slight pressure.

Forcing her face back.

"Speak."

Speak, speak what?

This person was too forceful.

As if wanting to tear her apart and swallow her whole.

Sui Yi kind of hoped the original High Priest returned, but also knew she is now half a High Priest herself, at least she could feel her uncontrollable stirring and... fear towards this person.

Sui Yi closed her eyes, holding the hand clasping her chin, her lips and teeth slightly cold.

"Just think it’s... not very good."

"It’s not like more terrible things haven’t been done." Shen Zhiyue reached out, tucking a strand of her hair that draped by her ear behind her head, the gentle action sending tingles down the spine.

"..."

Sui Yi paused holding the other’s hand.

What the hell?

But it was at that moment, a nearby Shadow Wall had just such a scene.

It was at the broad couch, the emperor and the High Priest lying side by side, a half-wall apart, gazing at each other.

The emperor’s expression was quite weary and drowsy, with reluctance.

"Give me just a little more time, don’t leave."

Black hair draped over a slender frame, eyes soft, the High Priest looked at him, saying nothing, but reaching out a hand, tapping his forehead.

A drop of blood seeped in.

"I’m sorry."

He slipped into slumber, while she turned into a wisp of white smoke, diffusing out the window...

Floating away.

That was separation.

And also...

Su Zimu and the others suddenly felt the controlling power sharply increase, a sharp crack was heard.

Bones fracturing.

Killing intent.

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