The young demon lord in the scene made everyone sigh and shed tears.
At the same time, people were puzzled by his contradictory actions and various theories arose.
In the seats of Yin Gui Palace.
Zhou, the Steward, lifted the hall master who had already turned into a weeping mess, his face full of heartache.
"Hall Master, it's been decades since I've last seen you cry..."
"Nanny... could it be... have I truly wronged him?"
"So all my hatred and stubbornness over these years, was it all just a joke?"
Hua Yuerong sobbed softly, her moist, red peach blossom eyes helplessly looking at the old woman beside her.
At this moment, she no longer looked like the usually cold and deep Embroidered Face Saint Maiden!
She clearly resembled a sorrowful young lady separated from her lover!
"Ah." Zhou, the Steward, sighed softly and said, "Hall Master! Things have come to this point, even if I risk the crime of speaking out of turn, I must say something fair!"
