Immortal Lord Yunzhao has been having a headache recently.
The Emperor of the Nine Heavens played the phoenix-headed harp in front of the palace for three days, the young master of the Demon Realm moved the entire River of Forgetfulness to the gate of the mountain, and the descendant of the Medicine King Valley added twin poisons to her tea every day. This person, who has the highest combat power in the world of cultivation and is the most beautiful woman in the three realms, is forced to watch the confession scene every day.
"I want to retreat."
"I want to travel in the clouds."
"I..." Looking at the silver-haired young man kneeling under the jade steps, Yun Zhao swallowed up eight hundred excuses, "A Che, come here."
The monks looked with splitting eyes at the young man whose head was touched by the Immortal Lord - three years ago he was a disciple of the outer sect Sasu, but now he monopolizes all the tenderness of the Immortal Lord. What they didn't know was that whenever night fell, dark golden lines would appear in the young man's eyes: "Master, you can only look at me."
