"Sect Leader, if not..."
"Call here to give it a try?"
Zuo Shanhe was slightly startled, then thought of sothing:
"This... could it endanger yourself?"
Jixia shook his head with a smile:
"It doesn’t matter."
Then he took a few steps, walked to the Cultivation Taoist, extended his hand, and said solemnly:
"Senior Brother."
"Aren’t you trying to comprehend the true Dharma?"
"Co."
"Hold my hand."
As he was speaking.
Light blossod from Jixia’s Forehead Ancestral Acupoint.
He stood.
In the eyes of the kneeling Cultivation Taoist...
This person seed like a Dao Ancestor banished to the mortal realm, heading west out of Hangu Pass, with autumn winds from outside the hall blowing by, as if draping him with a sunset glow, unconsciously...
He reached out.
But Jixia didn’t know.
Human World Demonstration Dao.
Demonstrating Dao, demonstrating obsession.
So people fail to comprehend, even spending a lifeti, they ultimately fail to grasp even a fragnt.
Instead, their obsessions might give rise to...
A Great Demon unrivaled in the world.
...
Great Yin, Divine Capital!
"Da-da-da..."
Luo Fuyao walked with her hands enveloped in her wide sleeves, dressed in a princess’s magnificent gown, expressionless, frost-like, through the long corridor crafted of glazed jade, going to et King Yin.
Upon reaching the door.
She saw her nominal elder brother, the Crown Prince Yin Changge, looking pale and overstressed from indulgence, with a bluish-purple bruise on his face.
If there’s anyone in the realm who dares to hit the Crown Prince of King Yin, then aside from his father, there should be no one else.
Seeing the only foreign princess within the entire Yin Royal Palace, Yin Changge clicked his tongue twice, feeling sowhat regretful:
"Too bad, little sister, we ultimately can’t beco ’one family’."
After speaking, Yin Changge gave Luo Fuyao a aningful look, touched the bruise on his face, grimaced, and left, leaving Luo Fuyao slightly furrow her brows, puzzled by his aning.
She then pushed open the hall door before her, at a glance...
She saw King Yin, Yin Hong, a back as deep and ominous as an abyss.
Upon hearing the sound, he subtly turned his gaze, catching a glimpse of an enchanting silhouette approaching, King Yin spoke coldly:
"Fuyao."
"I believe I’ve treated you favorably."
"But..."
"If it weren’t for your mother still being in Yin Royal Palace, would you plan to leave and not return?"
Luo Fuyao lowered her gaze:
"Daughter dare not."
Rustle!
King Yin didn’t respond, just flicked the Profound Gold Dragon Pattern Sleeve, instantly tossing a piece of parchnt towards her:
"See for yourself."
"On this..."
"Is the ’Heaven-Soaring General’ Yellow Dragon Dao of Changbai State’s rebellion, personally penned, for Wuwei Sect Leader Feng Zizai and so ’like-minded’ sworn brothers."
"There have been so conflicts among them."
"So..."
"They want to negotiate conditions with Great Yin."
Luo Fuyao was sowhat confused:
"Father, what’s the aning of telling these things...?"
Took the paper.
Glancing over the dozen nas on it, bewildered, wondering if King Yin summoned her back just to say this...?
Yet when she caught sight of the last na at the end, ’Li Treading Immortal’.
Her beautiful eyes imdiately narrowed, and her small hand involuntarily clenched.
Then,
King Yin’s words unfolded slowly:
"You are the Great Yin Princess."
"I have nurtured you all these years..."
"It’s ti for you to make so contributions."
He turned around, his brow stern:
"Initially, I wanted you to ally with the Life and Death Mountain and River Sect through marriage, connecting with ’Zuo Shanhe’."
"But..."
"This scoundrel Yellow Dragon Dao, commanding troops with genius, seemingly supported by a high sage, has beco a matter that can no longer be restrained, while I still need so ti."
"So..."
"I can only let you be aggrieved, go to ’Fuyao State’ as Princess Fu Yao, shortly, in na to marry him, to placate him on behalf of your father first."
"Though this act might damage your reputation, it’s an unavoidable step."
"Once there, don’t worry."
"Your mother..."
"I will take care of her."
Words finished,
Luo Fuyao’s body chilled, lifting her head, seeing through King Yin’s eyes all his calculations.
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