Luo Ai's demonic energy surged within her, and the steam from her bathrobe evaporated the water, leaving her feeling refreshed and comfortable.

"Zi, Your Majesty, such a fiery temper," Luo Ai flicked her hair, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Do you really have what it takes?"

With that, Luo Ai rolled up her sleeves and beckoned Zi Ruoyan with a gesture.

Zi Ruoyan's lips curled into a cold smile as she fiercely swung the long sword in her hand, stabbing it into the ground. "Whether I have what it takes, you'll find out soon enough."