Imperial Favorite

The vast sky is filled with stars. The biting cold wind blew against my face, like a knife cutting me. All over the mountains and plains, there are countless bleeding corpses, exuding a shocking gore. Under the vast moonlight, a woman who was obviously born elegant but yet exuded infinite paranoia and cold glamour, stood on a boulder with a sharp sword in one hand. Her ghostly purple skirt was blown by the cold wind, making her frail figure even more frail. Obviously, after one day and two nights of fighting, she seemed exhausted mentally and physically! But she still looked proudly at the countless armored warriors who surrounded her. …