"Only death can free you from me, but remember... even if you descend to hell, I will follow you."

    That chilling whisper permeated every breath with fury, the sharp edge of a sword pressed against the vulnerable neck. Wu Sanniang's eyes trembled, her body filthy and drenched in vivid blood, surrounded by corpses and him... that cold-blooded man standing tall before her like a fierce king of death.

    Yan Shen... the noble prince, master of her soul and body.

    His piercing eyes, fiery enough to reduce her to ashes with a mere glance, heartless, dragging her down beneath the earth’s surface.

    "Don’t you dare escape from me!!"