"If you wet the bed, I washed the sheets."
"If you cried, I comforted you."
"..."
His words were as cool as ever, perfectly in keeping with Ye Qinghong's personality, but what he said struck straight at the heart.
In an instant, Lian Yue's pale face gained a great deal of color. She wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, utterly mortified.
Ye Qinghong was the Eldest Senior Sister, the first to join the Blood Rain Cult, and all four junior sisters had been cared for by him.
Especially her. She had been sickly as a child and had received the most affection and care from their Eldest Senior Sister.
He had practically been an elder sibling who stood in for a mother, raising her entirely as his own child.
Their Eldest Senior Sister had witnessed all her embarrassing mishaps. She had almost forgotten those things, only for him to bring them up now-and to demand betrothal gifts from her, no less.
"Eldest Senior Sister, stop talking. I'll give them to you. I'll give them to you, all right?"
Lian Yue sighed helplessly, pulled out her Storage Bag, and tossed it straight into Ye Qinghong's hand without so much as looking at it.
Then...
With a whoosh, the Storage Bag slipped straight into Ye Qinghong's sleeve. He inspected it with his spiritual sense and nodded in satisfaction.
He felt that the betrothal gifts his master would use to marry him were growing more and more lavish.
Then...
He walked toward the exhausted Demonic Path disciples.
Under Ye Qinghong's torment, these Demonic Path followers had nearly broken down, and they hated him to the marrow of their bones.
Their faces twisted hideously as they cursed him.
"Ye Qinghong, you and that demon are nothing but an