But he had never imagined how unpredictable life could be.
For a few Red Scales, Wen Changgeng had nearly lost his life.
Watching him fall, Yan Yunhe's mind went blank.
The man whose words always contradicted his heart had said something he should never have said.
"Little He, marry me..."
He clearly remembered nothing, so how could he call him Little He?
As though he thought Yan Yunhe was not shocked enough, Mo Yan, the sinister young master of the Nightmare Clan, told him many unbelievable things.
He said that after Yan Yunhe died, that man would sacrifice all his cultivation to preserve his body, then sink into the icy sea with him in his arms, staying with him for eternity.
He said that the Heartstring Rope that man had tied to him extended his life at the cost of the man's own lifespan, binding them together in life and death.
"Why would he... when he clearly remembered nothing?"
Mo Yan toyed with the Bamboo Flute and sighed softly.
"Do you know why he broke his promise to return in three days, or why he forgot you? And how did he obtain the Demon Lingzhi that saved your life back then?"
His master, the sect leader, shuddered. He looked at his beloved disciple's bloodshot eyes again, disbelief written on his face.
His disciple had become involved with Fei, the Azure Cloud Sect's eldest disciple, ten years ago?
"A youth brought that Demon Lingzhi out of the Demon Clan Secret Realm. My disciple, given your condition back then, without the Demon Lingzhi to prolong your life, you would have been beyond saving."
"That youth ventured into the Demon Clan Secret Realm alone and brought back the Demon Lingzhi, but he was gravely injured and seemed to have forgotten something. I offered