Zhao Changhe and his companions shamelessly occupied the Night Palace for over ten days, indulging in all manner of carnal pleasures.0

For Ye Wuming, those ten days were a paradox of pain and joy.0

Whenever they were not dual cultivating, Ye Wuming spent her time with Ling Ruoyu, passing on knowledge of the laws and recounting tales of the ancient era and foreign worlds. The young girl massaged away the ache of her wounds from having split her soul and walked hand-in-hand with her through the Night Palace. Their bond had become as thick as honey.0

Ye Wuming had once harbored doubts about whether this truly was her daughter. But after these few days, she had made up her mind. Anyone who tried to lay claim to the girl would have to go through her first.0

She did not even realize it herself, but what she and Ye Jiuyou truly shared was not darkness or stillness but loneliness.0

Back in the day, Ye Jiuyou had been surrounded by subordinates, such as Dark Oblivion, as well as hordes of corpse puppets and shadow beasts. It all looked lively enough, but none of them were worthy of trust. In fact, some had even proved themselves traitors in the end.0

She had always been alone, spending countless years in solitude, having nothing to stare at but her own reflection. It was an isolation that had once stirred Zhao Changhe’s heart.0

He had not wooed her with sweet words or seduction. He had felt for her, the fearsome demon feared by all, and offered her something no one else had: warmth, care, a kind of indulgent affection. In the end, it was not Zhao Changhe’s so-called Ranking of Heaven-level charm that got to her, but rather his well-timed strike. It was as though he was an arrow loosed from the heavens that pierced right through the softest, most vulnerable part of Ye Jiuyou’s mortal heart.0

And Ye Wuming? Despite her appearance of being surrounded by allies and confidantes, she was the...0