In that matter, Feng Qingyun had no experience at all. Foolishly, he believed Long Yin’s coaxing, and with his heart heavy with grief, he whispered the cruel truth. But the moment the words left his lips, the dragon’s tail, which had suddenly coiled at his waist, tightened. Scales scraped against his clothing, the same robe… Continue reading

At those words, Feng Qingyun’s face immediately changed, his eyes widening. “Wait!” Long Yin’s threat had struck precisely at his sorest point. His scalp tingled, and he reflexively tried to cover for himself: “Master told me that Qinglong’s heart may lie in the mortal realm. Now is not the time for this matter. Why don’t… Continue reading

When Zhong Yulan heard Feng Qingyun’s words, she gripped her sword and suddenly closed her eyes. An endless wave of sorrow and unwillingness surged in her heart. Her disciple was still so full of attachment to the world, had even found a partner to share his life with… He was only three hundred years old.… Continue reading

Scenes from the past flashed vividly before his eyes as rage twisted Mu Hanyang’s face, his humiliation as a clown mixing with a jealousy so fierce it burned his chest. But Long Yin, as usual, only added fuel to the fire, sneering as he looked his way. Mu Hanyang snapped, unable to endure it any… Continue reading

That one address from Feng Qingyun, seemingly reluctant yet feather-light and brimming with a thousand twists of feeling, exploded at once in both their ears. Long Yin only curved his lips into a smile. Though a glance from Feng Qingyun forced him to suppress it, the delight brimming at his brow and the smugness in… Continue reading

That faint, almost imperceptible voice seemed to explode right at his ear. The horns were already the most sensitive part of a dragon’s body, and Long Yin, in over ten thousand years, had never endured such a trial. Feng Qingyun not only bit and licked them, but also deliberately leaned close to whisper, his breath… Continue reading

Mu Hanyang’s expression was so dark it looked like he was about to suffer from Qi deviation, and, for a moment, no one in the courtyard dared to speak. Even Qi Jiang, who had just been slapped to the ground, covered his face and didn’t even dare to breathe loudly. Mu Hanyang stared unblinkingly at… Continue reading

Long Yin’s words were squeezed out from between his teeth, each one cold enough to frost over. Feng Qingyun’s heart pounded wildly in his chest, so he instantly straightened his attitude, rushing to coax him in a low, placating tone: “You’re… the only one for me…” His man, who would even get jealous over himself,… Continue reading

“Son-in-law?” Zhong Yulan’s expression instantly soured when she heard that. She frowned at him and asked, “Since when do I even have a son-in-law like you?” However, Long Yin’s shameless reply came without missing a beat: “Since just now.” Zhong Yulan froze, then turned in shock to look at Feng Qingyun. “Ah Yu, you and… Continue reading

When Feng Qingyun saw the scene, a shiver ran through his body as he immediately realized something critical: Mu Hanyang would recognize him within the ruins, realizing that he was his beloved Miss Yu. But how could that version of “himself” be recognized by Mu Hanyang for no reason at all? Before Feng Qingyun could frown… Continue reading