"Your lovers are truly weak." A completely unfamiliar male voice rang above Xiao Jinsheng.
The voice was unexpectedly pleasant, but the words carried no hint of safety.
"Can't even protect their own female. Want to consider abandoning them and choosing me instead?" A warm hand pressed against Xiao Jinsheng's cheek, gently tilting her chin upward.
Through her startled gaze, Xiao Jinsheng saw a small flame ignite, faintly illuminating the elegant line of a jade-like fingertip amidst the darkness.
As the finger shifted slightly, the fire leaped outward, lighting the golden palace candelabras along its path.
And with it, Xiao Jinsheng saw clearly the man on one knee before her—a terrifyingly grotesque Demon Mask, its impact in the dimly lit surroundings leaving her quite shaken.
Startled, Xiao Jinsheng stumbled backward and fell to the ground.
