His childhood sweetheart, the girl who had grown up innocently by his side, the woman he considered his fiancée, had actually gotten together with the demon-and was even going to bear his child.
To him, it was a thunderbolt from a clear sky. Even now, he still could not come to terms with it.
In the night, flowers of love bloomed in solitude. He had sought them out especially to give to Guan Qinghan.
For this, he had even risked his life to come here, believing his goddess would surely be deeply moved.
He had never expected something like this to happen.
Most importantly, he understood women quite well. Although Qinghan appeared to hate the demon, he knew very well that deep love was already hidden within that hatred.
Qinghan herself probably did not even understand it yet.
Snow continued to fall, and the flowers gradually withered.
Snow drifted, the north wind sighed, and for a time, Zheng Heng felt utterly hopeless. Only after drinking heavily did he gradually wrench himself free of that despair. Yet, for some reason, he felt little hatred toward the demon. Instead, a sense of admiration arose.
The demon was simply too powerful, so powerful that he inspired despair. On Jade Lake, he had crushed a Dharmakaya Realm expert underfoot with a single stomp.
And he had even managed to conquer Qinghan.
Such strength, such charm-it was truly inconceivable.
As an intelligent man, he naturally would not throw an egg against a rock by opposing the Blood Rain Demon Venerable.
It was just... his heart still hurt.
At the Yanqi Sect.
A middle-aged man was cultivating.
Spiritual qi surged around him, and waves of cold erupted from his body, enveloping the entire sect. Every plant withered, and white frost spread everywhere.
He was Guan