"Ridiculous!"
As the Demoness's words rang out, Ye Mo's face instantly turned pale. With a single sentence, she seemed to have hurled him into a bottomless abyss; his entire heart felt as though it had been ripped hollow.
He had originally planned that, after killing the Ancient Shenrui, he would immediately hold a make-up wedding for Xiao Yue to make up for the regret of three years ago, to make Xiao his wife, and for the two of them never to part for all eternity. Even in cultivation, they would cultivate together and become a pair of Dao companions others would envy.
