Within the elegant, secluded private room, warm jade paved the floor, spiritual mist curled through the air, and fragmented streams of light drifted slowly among the exquisite sandalwood tables and chairs. What should have been a solemn occasion for discussing a faction's submission and planning the future of the Sin Domain had instead taken on an exceptionally strange and subtle atmosphere.
Qin stood where he was, his robes settling lightly in the breeze. As a supreme expert who had stepped into the Primordial Taiji realm, wielded the Annihilation Supreme Law, and presided over one side of the Sin Domain, he had long witnessed the countless storms of the heavens and myriad transformations of the Great Dao. His state of mind had long been tempered into that of an ancient well, unmoved by honor or disgrace.
Yet at this moment, his deep, cold eyes churned with utter astonishment and disbelief, while a torrent of exasperated complaints exploded within him.
He had thought that Sin Fragrance Pavilion had sent someone here because they sincerely admired his strength, wishing to submit to him and seek his protection—a top-tier faction pledging allegiance to a powerful expert.
But after hearing Xiang Ling's heartfelt explanation, he suddenly realized—this was not submission at all. The entirety of Sin Fragrance Pavilion had taken a liking to him at first sight. This was plainly a case of offering themselves to him, of desperately trying to marry into his favor!
Having lived to this day, reached the peak of the Primordial Great Dao, controlled the laws of one side of Chaos, and grown accustomed to slaughter throughout the heavens and struggles between factions, he had never imagined that he would encounter such a melodramatic romance farce.
If Xiang Ling had not looked so sincere and spoken with such earnestness, without