Ancestor Yao's sacrifice was great—she had drawn everyone's hostility onto herself by her own strength.
If she insisted on putting on airs, she had to pay the price for it.
What surprised Lin Heng, though, was how this big dummy from the Su Family seemed to be growing more and more like Yun Yao.
Could it be that if their personalities were alike and their bodies were alike, even their future paths would develop an extreme dependence on the same trajectory?
Would she end up becoming Fallen Yao No. 2?
No, by then she should be Fallen Bai.
Lin Heng looked at the fragrant haze beneath him and recalled their first meeting. They had each regarded the other as an enemy, and had nearly slain one another on the spot.
Who would've thought that after all those twists and turns, not only was she friends with my mom, but our two families even had a marriage pact.
And in the end, I got two saintesses for free.
Ah, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.
Lin Heng sighed to himself.
Su Qiubai kept her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed as she silently endured, letting out a soft hum every now and then.
But when she heard Lin Heng thinking about Su Wanyue, she could not help feeling a little displeased.
A woman, when doing this sort of thing, could hardly tolerate a man thinking about another woman, could she?
Just thinking about it felt like an insult to her dignity. Was she somehow inferior to Su Wanyue?
And he was even comparing them! Hmph!
Lin Heng was happily plowing the field when he suddenly sensed the atmosphere turning chilly. Following her gaze, he froze. "Qiubai, what kind of look is that? Are you uncomfortable?"
"Nothing. I just thought about