Snowflakes were dancing in the air.
In front of Yinyue Hermitage, there was a vast expanse of bleakness.
Everyone stared at the enormous Dharma form, at Guan Qinghan with her silver hair fluttering and frost-white pupils.
All were frozen in place.
Their eyes were wide open, their faces full of disbelief, even thinking they must be hallucinating.
Had they heard wrong?
Husband?
Guan Qinghan actually called the bloody Demon Lord her husband?
Could it be that the two of them had secretly married?
With the Blood Rain Cult already so powerful, and now allied with the Heavenly Demon Sect, who could stand against them in the future?
All the devils were torn apart.
A group of female disciples and ladies from various families looked enviously at Guan Qinghan, and at the Demon Lord behind her.
Biting their red lips, their jade-like legs entwined.
Such a handsome Demon Lord, with such a sturdy body!
