The day I was reborn, I carried the Demon Lord's head to the immortal sect, vowing to expose my master's true face.
The Immortal Venerable sat high above in the clouds and chuckled. “Wicked disciple, killing your master will get you expelled from the sect.”
In front of everyone, he slipped off his snow-white outer robe, revealing a face identical to the one on the head in my hands.
“But if you are willing to marry me...” Demonic markings spread from his heart to the corners of his eyes. “Then I shall permit you to kill your husband.”
