No words could describe Zhang Yuanqing's feelings at this moment. If there had to be one, it would be—fuck!
Taiyi Sect still hadn't given up on finding the Demon Lord's heir? Were they really this determined to find him?
What should I do? Transfer the White Tiger in my mind to Little Doubi? No, Little Doubi couldn't withstand the White Tiger's pressure. He'd be obliterated on the spot, body and soul.
Come clean? Gamble on Fu Qingyang's feelings for me? If Guan Ya were sitting there, maybe that would work.
Fu Qingyang must have become suspicious of me when he was controlling Unjust Heaven. He didn't say anything then because he was holding back his big move, waiting for the Tiger Tally to arrive? But that didn't make sense either. With his "fiery eyes" and his items, he could have made me tell the truth even without the Tiger Tally.
So it had still come to this. Reality would never proceed according to one's wishes.
Zhang Yuanqing trembled violently like a quail paralyzed by fear, but in truth, he was confronting the hanging-eyed White Tiger in his sea of consciousness, struggling to resist. Yet even with all his strength, he could only delay the moment he revealed the truth.
At last, he opened his mouth and uttered one word. "I..."
Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down from his forehead, pattering onto the floor.
Fu Qingyang looked at him deeply. "You what?"
Within his sea of consciousness, that hanging-eyed White Tiger slowly rose to its feet, as though preparing to devour someone.
Fear exploded in Zhang Yuanqing's heart, and his spirit trembled. Just as he was about to confess his identity and admit that he was the Demon Lord's heir, a surge of incomparably pure Lunar Power suddenly