"You… you, audacious!"
Yuan Hong True Monarch's hand flickered with lightning, ready to strike, when suddenly a woman's voice of astonishment woke him.
"Husband? Why have you come to look for me so late?"
The plump and beautiful wife glanced in puzzlement at the door, now reduced to dust on the floor, "What has made you so angry, husband?"
Yuan Hong True Monarch felt a moment of dizziness in his vision; he steadied himself and realized that there was no sign of his eldest son, Zhang Longyi, in the room, only his beautiful wife covering herself with a brocade quilt, trembling.
"Could it be that I am really haunted by inner demons, and have gone astray in my cultivation, unknowingly falling into a demonic barrier?"
At this moment, a new doubt arose in Yuan Hong's heart about his inner restlessness.
Perhaps it was all due to himself; the Heavenly Master presiding over Tianxuan Peak, how could there be miscreants causing trouble here.
