Book Synopsis
The moonlight on June sixteenth was so beautiful it made one drowsy, yet Qin Yao had spent the entire night at the cliff's edge, feeling the cold wind, without even catching a glimpse of the Demon Realm's overlord.
"If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be anxious; after all, tomorrow will be the same..." she mocked herself and shouted into the valley, "God, are you messing with me?"
As soon as her words fell, a bolt of lightning struck down, and heavy rain poured down. Immediately after, sounds of something falling into the water and a strong smell of blood came from below the cliff.
Could it be this coincidental? Qin Yao cautiously leaned over and saw a bloodied little wolf cub lying by the lake, barely alive.
Ah, isn't this the future Demon Realm Young Master—Ye Wujiu—who would strike fear into the hearts of everyone in the Cultivation World?
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