Other Shore of Destiny.
In a frontline camp fighting the Alien Race Heavenly Clan.
The First Lifetime Heart Demon lounged on the stone steps before a palace entrance, one leg crossed over the other, humming a little tune, utterly at ease.
When he spotted from afar the Little Lord in robes whiter than snow returning from the Frontline Battlefield with Su Wanjun, the First Lifetime Heart Demon nimbly sprang to his feet and strode over with a beaming smile.
"I knew it! With Little Qing Huan there, Little Wanjun would surely be brought back safe and sound!"
The First Lifetime Heart Demon stretched out a hand and gave the Little Lord a fierce thumbs-up.
The Little Lord, always known for his gentle temperament and warm smile, wore an indifferent expression now and ignored him outright.
Su Wanjun frowned and asked the Little Lord, "When will you kill that dog-skin plaster? The sight of him makes my anger flare up—I'm sick to death of him."
The Little Lord said, "Wouldn't it be better to let him die in battle on the Frontline Battlefield?"
Su Wanjun considered it briefly. "Would he?"
"Perhaps," said the Little Lord.
As the two spoke, they left the First Lifetime Heart Demon standing there and walked into the hall on their own.
"Alas, one is the sword spirit of my personal sword, and the other is a woman who once loved me unto death. Yet now they are both so heartless toward me. It truly breaks my heart!"
The First Lifetime Heart Demon beat his chest and stamped his feet, grief-stricken and anguished.
"Uncle, those great enemies of the Alien Race Heavenly Clan have all set their sights on Senior Wan Jun. She absolutely cannot be allowed to appear on the battlefield again."
Chen Pu hurried over,