"How dare you speak the name of our emperor without caution?" Shi Ji's expression remained unyielding, devoid of any discernible emotion. He appeared oblivious to the fact that the person before him was infamous in Demon City.
A peculiar expression crossed Shenlian Yingyue's face. Did she imagine he recognized her? Uncertain about the situation, she opted for a conciliatory tone. "I only have a question for him."
"Who do you think you are?" Before Shi Ji could respond, a sarcastic voice interrupted.
A delicate figure emerged, dressed in an ethereal pale white moonlight Hanfu that accentuated her flawless skin and mesmerizing figure. Tall, slender, and exuding an air of graceful elegance, she resembled a fairy from the celestial realms.
"Greetings, Concubine Run," Shi Ji intoned, placing his right hand to his chest in a respectful bow.
Concubine Run?
