Only light could dispel darkness, and only warmth could drive away the cold.
At this moment, deep within Li Mu Yang's heart lay peace, gentleness, and a trace of sweetness.
He did not know where that sweetness had begun or where it had come from, but it lingered and refused to fade.
The viciousness in his heart had vanished, and so had the hatred.
Li Mu Yang even felt that life was not made up solely of cruelty, slaughter, and death.
There was also the breeze brushing his ears, the blazing sun above his head, and the girl's soft murmurs and flowerlike smile that never left him.
Li Mu Yang looked into Qian Du's eyes, and the girl was looking into his as well. Their gazes met, and their hearts understood one another.
This feeling of honesty is wonderful. This feeling of having someone to confide in is wonderful, Li Mu Yang thought.
Within the illusion, when the Seven Changbai Sons captured Qian Du and used an aphrodisiac to force her to surrender the Glazed Mirror, Li Mu Yang had furiously transformed into a divine dragon. Wherever his dragon breath swept, the seven sons perished, and he had ultimately snatched Qian Du from the hands of those Changbai heirs.
At that time, Qian Du's mind had been clouded by the aphrodisiac. Truth and falsehood had blurred together, like a dream within a dream. Her eyes and heart held only spring passion, with no room for reality.
Her desires had run wild, and her mind had reeled.
When a woman longs to ride a dragon, Heaven sends down dragon's breath.
By the time Qian Du awoke, the drug's effects had passed, and the spring desire had vanished.
Though the clothes on her body were tattered, they had at least covered her