The dream that night was long. Shen Shi, the sect's foremost demon hunter, thought of him again
The wind in Lan Pavilion was so still. Mountains stretched into the distance, and water flowed softly toward the setting sun. Holding a bouquet of flowers, he wanted to give them to the little demon before him.
The little demon raised his head. Blood tears filled his eyes, and blood beads burst from his body as his spiritual power ran wild. He roared in despair:
Shen Xingmiao, so you've been lying to me all along!
Premise: Sincerity.
