"Yes, Master…" Lin Huang answered without the slightest hesitation.
His voice was steady, but the resolve behind it was heavy. He knew this truth better than anyone. Until his revenge was fulfilled, the heart demon coiled around his Dao would never fade. No amount of secluded cultivation, no depth of comprehension, would resolve it for him.
And it wasn't only the heart demon.
There was also her.
A woman who had taken everything from him, then walked away unscathed. Worse, she now lived freely, basking in admiration that had never once been meant for her. Each time Lin Huang recalled it, the edge of his sword intent sharpened—yet his heart only grew more turbulent. He could not accept it. He refused to.
The Phoenix and Dragon Dojo was peaceful. Too peaceful.
