The past events were vivid in his mind.
Fang Yang knelt on one knee on the ground.
It was then that he realized, since he had become the Demon Lord, this stubborn-looking female disciple in green robes had always followed behind him, never leaving his side.
He seemed to see the vast snowfall, recalling how his own disciple knocked him unconscious in the snow, secretly carried him to a cave, lit red candles, and intended to consummate their marriage on their wedding night.
And, despite her obvious embarrassment, she said without any expression,
"Master, your disciple doesn't want to lose!"
...
The fire was spreading.
Layers of flame suddenly ignited in the abyss-like pupils of Fang Yang's eyes.
The flames were so restrained, so violent.
The aura around him was also rising steadily,
Without suppression.
And without the slightest concealment.
Boom, boom, the heavens and earth suddenly began to pour heavy rain.
