The fragrance in the secret room was addictive to her; it was a strange scent, as if it were a mixture of the most alluring floral fragrances and the most mysterious spices, which seeped into Ma Hehua's nostrils and made her eyes even more hazy.

She couldn't wait to smash open the secret room, and there she saw a beautiful and charming woman.

The woman was dressed in all black, with many insects embroidered on her clothes.

The embroidery of those insects was extremely exquisite; each one was so lifelike that it seemed as if it might crawl out of the clothes at any moment.

She lay on a very old bed, the bedposts of which were carved with various intricate patterns, like totems of an ancient tribe.

Her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes cast faint shadows on her fair face.

She clasped her hands together in front of her chest; her hands were slender and long, with her nails painted a light red, like red plum blossoms blooming on the snow.

Her hair was jet black and glossy, like the finest silk, and lay smoothly on the pillow.

She wore a hat with animal horns, which looked like they came from some ancient and mysterious beast, exuding an aura of majesty.

Ma Hehua stood there, her eyes fixed on the woman on the bed, drool unconsciously dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Her large sword clattered to the ground. She slowly walked towards the bed, her steps unsteady, as if she were completely bewitched by the woman's fragrance.

Ma Lihua and Ma Linghua arrived shortly afterward and were stunned by what they saw.

A hint of doubt and wariness flashed in Ma Linghua's eyes; she felt that this woman's appearance was too suspicious.

How could such a secret chamber appear out of nowhere in this underground palace, and why is this woman lying here, emitting such an alluring fragrance?