In Xing Yuan's mind, there's never been room for any so-called moral standards.
In his understanding, the world is a place where the strong prey on the weak; only the strong can become king and dominate.
He casually glanced at Ning Zhen and then peeled a prawn, gently placing it into her mouth.
At this moment, he was calculating in his heart, waiting for the day his martial arts skills would fully recover so he could kill Shen Ruoxi to avenge his father.
After that, he planned to abduct Ning Zhen to the Western Regions, reclaim his position as the Demon Sect Hierarch, and then make her the Sect Leader's Wife, considering his life complete.
The two of them ate to their hearts' content. Ning Zhen patted her slightly rounded belly, muttering, "I ate too much; I need to lie down for a while."
"Who did you fight with?" Xing Yuan asked casually.
