C394 Reversal

Han Feng's cold sweat had initially been just a trickle, but now it cascaded down his body in torrents.

He reached out to stop the woman, only to be met with her plaintive gaze. "Your Majesty, am I not beautiful?"

Such a woman would likely melt the heart of any onlooker.

Regrettably, this was merely the onset of an illusion, its power not yet fully potent