Just as she was about to touch him, she suddenly snapped awake and bit down hard on her own hand.
Has she gone crazy?
What on earth is she thinking?
As she kept biting, she suddenly opened her eyes wide again.
Bathed in that swirling red light, Damian's wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
What the... what is this?!
The aura surrounding the Demon Emperor was seriously weird.
It wasn’t even spiritual power.
In this world, whether human, immortal, god, or demon, everyone cultivates by absorbing spiritual power.
But right now, the red light swirling around the Demon Emperor wasn’t spiritual power at all.
She had never seen a force like this before.
It was lively, profound, and carried an overwhelming sense of strength she couldn’t shake...
Just what kind of demon is he, anyway?
Wait, no!
She’d been focusing on the wrong thing this whole time!
Is now really the time to be studying this?
She needed to run!
Otherwise, her fate would be a hundred times worse than being roasted alive!
Let’s be real, Damian was in this state because of her!
If she didn’t run now, was she supposed to wait until he was fully healed before making a break for it?
Lily Bai swallowed nervously, her eyes darting around the room.
Wait—a window!
It was just a few steps behind her.
The door was sealed, but surely the window wasn’t, right?
Lily’s eyes flickered—she glanced at Damian, then at the window, then leaned in close and whispered, careful not to disturb him: "Your Majesty, Demon Emperor, I can play a calming tune. If you let me go, I’ll play a song to soothe your mind and help you recover faster."
Her soft, girlish voice sounded right in his ear.
The red light around Damian flickered uncertainly.
And then—he let her go.
Lily’s heart leapt with joy as she pulled out her flute.
The flute was a pale green, its jade-like material cool to the touch. It was her White family’s ancestral treasure, an upper-grade celestial relic: Entwined Heart.
This flute was famous for its sonic attacks.
It could rupture eardrums and shatter minds;
It could drive people into madness and confusion;
Or trap them in illusions they’d never escape.
At the very least, it could hypnotize.
Lily had once faced a horde of demons attacking the city—she used this flute to scatter them, winning the battle single-handedly.
But now, with her celestial power gone, she knew she couldn’t use sonic attacks on the Demon Emperor.
Still... maybe hypnosis would work.
She lifted Entwined Heart and began to play.
The flute’s gentle, soothing notes drifted over to Damian.
He sat with his eyes closed, his aura growing more and more relaxed.
Lily’s lips curved in a smile as she played, guiding him into a deep sleep.
The clear, soothing melody gradually faded away.
Damian still sat perfectly upright, but now his expression was peaceful, his breathing even—he must be asleep.
Anyone hypnotized by her flute wouldn’t wake up for at least an hour.
Hehe!
Lily slipped the flute back into her storage pouch, held her breath, and crept slowly toward the window.
Eight steps, seven... three, two, one.
Just as she was about to climb out, Damian’s voice rang out: "What are you doing?"
Lily froze, her whole body stiffening, and turned around.
He opened his eyes and slowly stood up from the tub.
The wounds on his face and neck had vanished, and she was sure his body was much better too...
Lily forced a gentle smile and said sweetly, "The window wasn’t closed all the way—I was worried you’d catch a chill."
"Then close it properly."
...
Lily quietly shut the window tight.
Seriously, not even Entwined Heart works on him?
That’s supposed to be her strongest artifact...
The water vapor around Damian evaporated instantly as he calmly picked up a robe and dressed with unhurried, effortless grace.
Every movement was so elegant.
But the words he’d said to her inside the Dragon-Coiling Heavenly Gang Array—"Once I get out of here, guess how I’ll let you die?"—kept echoing in her mind.