"Who are you? I just killed your spectral," Su Yen asked, his sharp gaze locked onto the woman on the throne.
A strong tension filled the air as the two silently assessed each other.
"What do you think of the murals?" the woman asked, her voice calm and sweet, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority.
"Why should I tell you what I think about the murals?" Su Yen's expression darkened, and a powerful sword intent erupted from his body.
His sword gleamed under the dim light, ready to unleash its wrath at the slightest provocation.
"Tell me who you are, or you can forget about this conversation."
The woman's lips curled into a knowing smile. "You're quite a peculiar human. Fine, I'll tell you who I am."
She leaned back against the throne, her red robe flowing like liquid fire around her.
"I am a princess, and this is my tomb. Don't ask me any more than that because I won't answer. Now, let's move on to what truly matters."