Later in the evening, Ling Zhao and Qiqi had finished their 'short' Dual-Cultivation session for the day. Still not wearing anything under the blanket, Qiqi dozed off soundly while cuddling her Fated One.
Ling Zhao, meanwhile, couldn't stop admiring Qiqi's beautiful sleeping face. Ling Zhao never thought the frail girl that he met at the Fang Zheng's mansion amidst the forest would change into someone that he cared for and loved the most.
In his past life, he did everything to win the war, the people under his commands but an expendable tool, a mere instrument in order to win the war and achieve his goal.
Food becomes ashes in his mouth, liters of finest wine flows into the gutter each night, women… were nothing but dolls to satisfy his primitive instinct after each battle.
