Yaowang Fanxing

He entered the River of Forgetfulness and vanished without a trace for three thousand years. The other waited for him for three thousand years, never once breaking faith in this life.

But when he returned in red, he was filled with resentment and misunderstanding.

"Lord Demon Venerable, I am but a wisp of a lonely soul. I wouldn't dare trouble you to come in person."

Fanxing stood frozen, unable to tell whether Feng Xi despised who he had become or his identity as the Demon Venerable.

"Whatever you've been through is behind you now. From here on, I'll be by your side. Whatever you want, I can give you."

Feng Xi gave a cold laugh. "And if I want to become the supreme ruler of the Demon Realm, Lord Demon Venerable, what would you do?"

Fanxing smiled and offered him the jade-black demon flute with both hands. "I would gladly serve as your subject!"