The scene in front of him was something that Xie ding would not even dream of.
It could be said that he had stayed in a small place like the Jinque country all these years. He had worked hard, even if he had to lose all his hair, to make the Jinque country bigger, stronger, and more glorious.
His greatest thought was this Empress Ming Yan in front of him.
Back then, he was also a cultivator of the Heluo dynasty, and a core disciple of the Qingyang Palace, one of the twelve immortal sects.
His father was an elder with real power in the Qingyang Palace, and a strong contender for the position of the current sect leader.
As such a second generation cultivator, his talent was not weak, and his appearance could be said to be handsome, there was no lack of beautiful women around Xie ding. It was just that he was young and impetuous, and his heart was higher than the sky, so no one looked up to him.
All his nightmares started from the day he was twenty years old.
