A powerful man from another world who used the ghost market to hide his eyes and used his soul as material to be summoned by a paper formation conspired to exchange souls for souls... The truth? There was a cunning light in those cold eyes, and there was a faint smile on the corner of the mouth. The handsome face of the man opposite was filled with sadness. His thin lips opened slightly, then stopped abruptly and said nothing. The girl's voice, as natural as the gurgling water in spring, was devoid of any emotion, even a little alienated. "I heard that the Ling Master of the Demonic City has an immortal body. No matter how seriously injured he is, he will not be affected. I wonder what will happen if I lose my heart? I really want to know."
Intention: In the face of despair, just hold on a little longer.