Lie Qianhun looked at Minghe, floating not far ahead and to one side.
Before her, his eyes had been as gentlemanly as could be. Now, from behind and to the side, the heat in them was nearly impossible to suppress.
This Daoist Nun was simply too beautiful.
Let alone this forgotten corner of Yang Valley—even across the entire North Sea, vast beyond measure, layered with countless spaces like three thousand worlds, there was no shortage of beauties. Yet the most beautiful creature among them would not compare to even one ten-thousandth of this Daoist Nun.
Beauty alone would have been one thing. That distant aura about her, like the gulf beyond the ninth heavens, would leave ordinary people unable to harbor any thoughts at all. It was like looking at a star: beautiful, yes, but what feelings could it stir? Yet for Demonic Nature, it aroused an intense desire to drag her down from the heavens to the depths of the earth.
The devil's fall was for oneself and for others alike.
Minghe herself might not even have understood the temptation she posed to these people.
If he could pin her down... it would be worth dying for.
In truth, such demonic thoughts were not much of a problem in themselves. How different had Qin Yi's thoughts back then been from theirs? Ordinary people had no thoughts toward the stars, but those with ambition wanted to pluck them from the sky. There was nothing unusual about that.
The difference lay in what means one used to do such a thing.
A graceful lady was sought by a gentleman. Liking someone was not wrong, and pursuing them was one's right—but if one resorted to force or underhanded schemes, then one belonged behind bars.
The Nether Sun Clan clearly did not dare