I, the top of the Immortal Sect, have formed a life-and-death contract with my mortal enemy of the demon race.
Now, when he is injured, I am in severe pain; when he drinks, I am in pain.
The whole world of immortals is waiting to see our joke, either he will kill me or I will kill him.
Until one day, I sent an elder to force me to take his life with my own hands.
I broke my sword in public and rebelled against my master.
He chuckled behind me, and his voice spread throughout the three realms: "Now, we are really... Locked."
#How did the promised enemy become my only teammate#
#The superficial brotherhood seems to be overdone#
