Immortal Venerable Yun Zhao has had a lot on her mind lately.
The Heavenly Emperor of the Ninth Heaven has played a phoenix-headed konghou in front of her palace for three days straight. The young lord of the Demon Realm moved the entire Wangchuan River to the entrance of her mountain sect. And the heir of Medicine King Valley adds a pair of love-infesting twin Gu worms to her tea every day. The strongest cultivator in the world and the most beautiful woman in the Three Realms is forced to watch one confession scene after another.
"I shall go into seclusion."
"I shall travel the world."
"I shall..." Seeing the silver-haired youth kneeling below the jade steps, Yun Zhao swallowed the eight hundred excuses she had prepared. "A Che, come here."
The cultivators watched with bloodshot eyes as the youth received a head pat from the Immortal Venerable. Three years ago, he had been nothing more than an outer-sect disciple sweeping the grounds. Now he alone commanded all of her tenderness. What they did not know was that, whenever night fell, dark golden patterns would appear in the youth’s eyes. "Master, you can only look at me."
