Black robes billowed, ink-black hair draping over his shoulders.
His eyes were so deep, so unfathomable, like an abyss capable of devouring all light.
Beside that figure stood another, graceful yet slender.
Like frost and snow, layers of ice condensed beneath her feet.
Yet those snow-white eyes looked so soft at that moment, gazing tenderly at the man seated on the Throne.
Who else could they be but the Blood Rain Demon Venerable and herself?
The Heart-Questioning Realm reflected one's truest heart, with nothing concealed or blurred.
In other words, Guan Qinghan's Dao Heart had once been to destroy the Demonic Path, bring about the true rise of the Righteous Path, and become its commander.
But now, that Dao Heart had been worn away without her noticing, replaced by this figure within her heart, a figure that had already taken completely tangible form.
It grew ever clearer, ever more deeply engraved upon her heart.
Beside the railing, Guan Qinghan bit her lip tightly, a trace of unwillingness and helplessness showing in her eyes.
On the night she appeared before the Demon Venerable, she had thought she had utterly conquered him, that she had won him over, rather than the other way around.
Only now did she understand that she had been wrong, utterly wrong. All of this seemed to have been nothing more than her own self-comfort.
The demon had never cared about her. Instead, his figure had gradually become engraved in the depths of her heart.
It all seemed like inviting humiliation upon herself.
Most importantly, she had always appeared before the demon in the guise of the Heavenly Demon Sect Saintess. If they met again, he probably would not even recognize her.
How sorrowful was that?
At that thought, the ache deep within Guan Qinghan's heart grew stronger