[Two Male Leads] [Slow Burn] [Fantasy Cultivation] [Romance as a Side Plot]
In the darkest dungeon of the Kingdom of Qingyue, Chi Zhao wraps a Soul-Eating Vine around his enemy's neck.
"Your Highness... spare me..." The other struggles to beg for mercy as the vines tighten around him.
Chi Zhao smiles wickedly. "I hate noisy people most of all."
As the vines tighten, a cold voice comes from the shadows. "Born with an enchanting physique, yet practicing forbidden arts. How interesting."
Chi Zhao's expression changes in an instant. He leans weakly against the wall. "Young Master Ling Mu, what brings you to this filthy place?"
Ling Mu, dressed in black robes with silver patterns, steps out slowly and gently strokes Chi Zhao's bloodstained face. "You belong to me now."
After he disappears, Chi Zhao licks the blood from his lips, his eyes dangerous and excited.
"The game has begun, Ling Mu."
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