"That does sound reasonable."
Tianming Wuji rubbed his chin, looking like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. He glanced at the Nether Son. "Looks like someone's about to get his heart broken."
Crack!
"Huh? It sounds like something just broke."
Dao Wushuang looked around, then fixed his gaze on the Nether Son, who was clutching his chest. Seeing his pained expression, he asked with feigned concern, "Are you all right?"
The Nether Son held his chest, his face full of anguish. "I'm fine. Someone's honest words just stabbed me in the heart."
Dao Wushuang smiled. "You're the Nether Son, for heaven's sake. What woman couldn't you have? Why hang yourself from a single tree?"
"She's different." The Nether Son shook his head again and again. If he couldn't win Gong Qingyan's heart, he had no interest in other women.
As Dao Wushuang had said, as the Nether Lord's personal disciple and the Nether Son of the Dark World, what kind of woman couldn't he have? There were countless extraordinary women in the world eager to throw themselves at him.
But the Nether Son was so exceptional—how could he be the sort of man who cared only about looks? What mattered more to him was a feeling.
That feeling was mysterious beyond measure, and even he couldn't explain it.
Gong Qingyan was indeed beautiful, but when the Nether Son had first been drawn to her, it wasn't because of her peerless looks. It was her distinctive aura.
She radiated a valiant spirit that made her shine all the brighter as a woman, like a female God of War. It had captivated the Nether Son.
Gong Qingyan was also utterly pure-hearted. She had been born for the Dao, and the Dao alone occupied her thoughts.
From Hua Yunfei,