(The perspective returned to Lin Chen.)
In truth, he had never forgotten that cup of wine.
When he left the Holy Demon Continent three years ago, he had made far too many promises.
His promise to Feng Xiu, the resettlement of the Demon Race, his acceptance of Long Haochen as his disciple, and those words to Love Demon God Sidi: "Then it's settled."
At the time, he had regarded it as little more than a polite exchange. He had never expected to become so entangled in affairs that he truly had no time left to keep his word.
The upheaval at the rift, the Creation Secret Realm, the Heart of the Universe, the Heavenly Heart Marks...
Three years was hardly a long time in a cultivator's perception, yet to him, it had been like sand slipping through his fingers. The moment he clenched his hand, all that remained was a handful of lingering warmth.
Until today, when every deployment had finally been settled.
The Heavenly Heart Marks had each found their rightful bearer, the fleets stood in formation, and the Heavenly Dao's web covered an entire star domain.
He had taken everything within his power to its utmost limits. All that remained was to wait for the rift to open, to wait for war to come.
But before that waiting began, there was still a promise he owed.
When Qian Renxue learned he was going out, she merely lifted her eyelids.
She sat by the window studying a star chart, her long golden hair spilling over her snow-white robes. Her expression was so calm that she seemed to have anticipated this day long ago. "Going to see that Love Demon God?"
"Just keeping a promise," Lin Chen said frankly.
"Go on." She lowered her head and resumed studying the chart.