"To die with you, I am very satisfied."
His life, Ling Yue, was never self-proclaimed as a good person. He had been in charge of Lingyou Hall for many years, a prominent figure in the Spirit Cultivation Realm, commanding the clouds and rain. At his level, he no longer needed anyone's input on what he wanted or didn't want. So after meeting Xia Ji, he didn't care about anything anymore; he just wanted to possess and cherish this woman.
Just a beauty, he also thought, maybe one day, he'd get tired of her. After all, men love novelty, and this wasn't anything new.
But his affection for Xia Ji lasted for decades, unconditional; whatever she did, he would stand by her side unconditionally.
Just like five years ago, he didn't care about that old man Yun Zi; it didn't matter whether Lingyou Hall or Spirit Flame Sect was stronger. Lingyou Hall's status wasn't something the Spirit Flame Sect could threaten, so who came first was utterly meaningless.
