Three years later, the ex-fiancée came with someone.
In the third year of my exile, I built a city on Shiwanda Mountain.
My subordinates came to report in a panic, saying that my former fiancée, Zhang Yanran, the legitimate daughter of the Hou family, had come with a team of masters.
They thought I came to beg me to go back.
I laughed.
Back then, she watched with her own eyes as I was deprived of my cultivation by her father and thrown into a prison car like a dead dog. There was no wave in her eyes and she only said: "Xiao Chen, accept your fate. There is no difference between you and me."
Now, she passed through the confusion formation that I personally laid out, stepped onto the long street that I paved with spiritual stones, looked at my elite soldiers and generals all over the city and the mountains of spiritual valley treasure mines, and finally lowered her noble head in front of me.
She said with red eyes: "Xiao Chen, I regret it. Come back with me. Father is willing to treat you as a distinguished guest."
I looked at the frightened Wang Congfeng behind her who had personally interrupted my meridians. I picked up the wine glass made of ten thousand years of warm jade and blew lightly.
"Go back? Okay."
"Let your father abandon his cultivation and the entire Hou family move to the wilderness to be my slaves. I will consider it."
