I lived my whole life, but in the end, who I lived for and who I would die for no longer mattered. I gave you half my life, only to get a lifetime of suffering in return. Perhaps this is fate, the fate of a fox immortal.
But why have those romantic moments never appeared in my life? I looked proudly at everything around me, yet it was all nothing but emptiness. I went about each day as usual, bullying people as usual. But why had my cultivation made me no more than a demon? Was the Underworld Emperor right? Did I really have to find a man I loved in this world?
"No! I won't take on a burden like that."
But the Underworld Emperor said, "That isn't up to you."
Only when I finally met him did I realize that all my cultivation before then had been a lie.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
