Rumor had it that the peerless Saintess of the Yin Yang Sacred Land frequently visited the Xuanyuan Sacred Land to meet a lover.
'Could… could it be this man?'
'His Cultivation is definitely higher than mine. Is he at the mid-stage Void Refining Realm, or nearing the late stage? Which Great Elder from the Dao Sect is he?'
'How could Shang Miaoyan fall for an old monster… If my Cultivation surpasses this old geezer's in the future, would I have a chance…?'
He gazed at the two figures standing side-by-side in the distance, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.
The thought of the "Flower on the Cliff" he had admired for so long, now nestled intimately beside that old monster disguised in the skin of a handsome youth, sent a piercing, heart-wrenching pain through Yao Feng's chest.
'It hurts. It hurts so much!'
"Xiaohan, when that Yao Feng showed his hostility just now, why did you only warn him? You should have just killed him to avoid any trouble later."
