Xuan Sikou's voice was hoarse, like a devil and a demon. His beautiful eyes were bloodshot, which made the butler even more frightened. " Sikou, hurry up and enter seclusion! "
Xuan Sikou was still sitting quietly in the hall, allowing her inner demons to corrode her cultivation. She felt the heart-wrenching pain, but she did not find it difficult to endure. Instead, she felt happy.
"Sikou…" The butler called out in a trembling voice and secretly complained to the young master.
As Xuan Sikou's confidant, Xuan Chaozi, the steward of Xuanling House, knew very well that Xuan Sikou's inner demons originated from King Xumi bringing back the princess consort and the three young masters.
In the past tens of thousands of years, Xuansikou could silently admire King Xumi. Although he didn't get his favor, he didn't resent him and enjoyed it.
