Magic City, Zhao Clan.
That evening, Zhao Yulin opened the door to the Villa in a drunken haze, shrugged off his coat, and threw himself onto the sofa.
He looked around the spacious Villa. For all its lavish, showy decor, it lacked the warmth of a lived-in home. He was all alone.
Zhao Yulin had attended a Banquet that evening, a Business Networking Event for several factions. He hadn't planned to drink, but thoughts of everything that had happened lately had led him to have a little too much.
He had politely declined the attention of several glamorous socialites and had his driver take him straight home. He had no desire to catch anything unpleasant.
His thoughts drifted back over the past few months. So much had happened. First, he had discovered that the woman he had lived with for years wasn't his wife. Then he had learned that his real wife was a Demon Beast. Finally, his daughter had left too, leaving him here alone.
At first, it hadn't bothered him. Having the house to himself had even felt freeing. But as time passed, loneliness crept in. He didn't have a single person to share his feelings with.
A man of Zhao Yulin's standing generally wouldn't take another wife, for fear of inviting an ambitious woman with ulterior motives into his life.
He still couldn't forget the stunning woman wreathed in Flame whom he had parted from at the Northern Corner of the Scorching Plains!
Jiang Feng had been breathtaking in her youth. Otherwise, Zhao Yulin would never have gone to such lengths to win her over. Now that she had regained her human body, she was even more beautiful, and he couldn't get her out of his mind.
He slammed a fist into the sofa. The thought of