An SSS-level mentalist, a loyal young general and battle god from a powerful family, versus a sickly, possessive master with no mental powers but astounding combat skills
[Interstellar setting + two male leads + equally matched powerhouses + devoted and exclusive love + doting husband + intense romantic tension]
Zong Zhuo, the Federation Empire’s newly celebrated battle god, has lately been overwhelmed by a string of bizarre deaths within the military.
His father mysteriously slipped him a phone number.
The clear, pleasant male voice on the other end asked him to give his birth date and time as soon as he picked up.
So the man was a fortune-teller. Zong Zhuo hung up without hesitation.
When his first matchmaking attempt failed, his father set him up a second time.
Inside an unassuming courtyard house, a slender, handsome man lounged sideways in a round-backed chair, holding a jade-green tobacco pipe in one hand and crossing his long, pale feet as he… played cards.
Zong Zhuo: …
Everything in Zong Zhuo’s world changed after Lu Yanqing wielded a demon-slaying whip and kicked open the gates of the underworld, his expression calm and indifferent.
Some people said Lu Yanqing was a fraud.
Zong Zhuo: Can your so-called fraud fight his way through the entire Hall of the King of Hell?
Some people said Lu Yanqing was impossible to please.
Zong Zhuo: Did he ask you to serve him?
In short, his father couldn’t possibly be wrong about the partner he’d picked for him!
Zong’s father: Master Lu saved my life when I was a boy, so you’d better treat him with the utmost respect on my behalf.
Zong Zhuo: …Um… Dad, how about we each call him whatever we like from now on?
Everyone said Master Lu was delicate and frail, precious beyond measure…
Zong Zhuo: You dare lay a finger on him?
And so begins the Battle God Zong’s spectacular journey from doubt to complete devotion.
