Many women kept portraits and statues of the Demon Venerable in their boudoirs, using them to quench their thirst when loneliness became unbearable at night.
Thus, portraits of the Demon Venerable were the hottest commodity in Kyoto, sold at countless painting stalls.
Now, seeing this woman who had only just arrived in Kyoto standing before a painting stall, quietly gazing at the Blood Rain Demon Venerable, everyone swayed and began trembling all over. Grief covered their faces, and their hearts dripped blood.
It was over!
Completely over!
Their guesses had been right. That demon truly swept through all opposition, sparing no one.
Before, women had only fallen deeply in love upon seeing him in person. Now, this woman had merely glanced at a portrait and already become this infatuated.
Could it be...
Had that demon's charm really reached such heights, slaughtering them to the last and leaving them no way to survive?
Everyone was utterly despondent, like souls lost from their bodies, reduced to walking corpses with dim eyes and endless sighs.
They headed home just like that.
Among them was Zheng Heng, the Young Tower Master of Misty Rain Tower.
Yet at that moment, there was not the slightest sorrow on his face. Instead, waves of delight showed through.
The Demon Venerable was incredible!
The facts proved that Qinghan had fallen in love with the Blood Rain Demon Venerable not because he lacked charm, but purely because he had encountered the mighty Demon Venerable.
His defeat was no fault of his prowess!
For a moment, all the hatred in his heart vanished without a trace, replaced instead by traces of pride.
How many people under heaven adored the Demon Venerable?
And how many women ultimately received his favor?
His fiancée, the love of his life, Guan Qinghan, was one