I Wasn't Dead, Yet the Saintess Remarried

In the wilds of Tianyan, a blood-red crescent moon hangs in the sky. Demons and monsters run rampant, and the air is thick with the stench of blood and decay.

The land lies in ruin, and the Chosen rise one after another to save all living beings. Luo Fantian was born with a heart of exquisite understanding, allowing him to master any martial art at a glance. But his fiancée schemed to steal it from him, leaving him with no will to fight.

The Saintess rubbed her flat belly. “What’s wrong with passing the exquisite heart on to our son?”

“Get lost. Don’t think I wouldn’t hit a woman,” Luo Fan said coldly.

Tu Sanniang stretched lazily. “You ungrateful disciple, I’m your master.”

A wicked smile curled Luo Fan’s lips. “I just happened to take a peek. You’re not going to make me take responsibility, are you?”