When Zhou Yan walked out, he carried the Crimson Sky Sword.
In the end, he had failed to resist swallowing the sugar-coated shell the Imperial Dynasty Ancestor had offered him.
The temptation was simply too great. It offered tremendous benefits to both him personally and the Zhou Kingdom.
Especially now, with him about to enter the Demon Realm to confront that Devil Race powerhouse, the help an Imperial Dao Divine Weapon—a Spirit Treasure-grade sword—could provide was easy to imagine.
At such a critical juncture, Zhou Yan found it all the harder to refuse.
And so, he had ultimately agreed.
However, Li Shiyin would be his secondary wife, not his principal wife.
By now, almost everyone under heaven knew where Zhou Yan's heart lay.
The Imperial Dynasty Ancestor understood this as well. Rather than insist that Zhou Yan take Li Shiyin as his principal wife, he had generously conceded the position of secondary wife.
This allowed Zhou Yan to breathe a sigh of relief, but it also left him feeling a little guilty toward both the Imperial Dynasty Ancestor and Li Shiyin.
That, too, had been deliberate on the Imperial Dynasty Ancestor's part: retreating in order to advance.
He was a true old fox who had seen through Zhou Yan's character. Rather than demand the position of principal wife, it was better to take a step back and make Zhou Yan feel indebted to them.
For both the Li Family and Li Shiyin, this was an excellent choice.
It was an open stratagem. Even knowing exactly what it was, Zhou Yan still had to accept the favor.
After all, the Imperial Dynasty Ancestor and the Li Family's contributions were very real.
"That old..."
Zhou Yan muttered under his breath, but left the rest unsaid.
After all, from the moment he accepted