"The Holy Son and the Holy Daughter are from the Holy Clan in the Superior Domain. They represent everyone in the Holy Clan, one of the hermit clans in the Superior Domain. They are the descendents of the Light God."
"These sacred golden candles were made by them to protect the city. This city was one of the cities under their protection."
"If you look clearly into everyone’s houses and shops, especially in the middle zone of the city, you will see the huge statue of the Light God inside. They respect and worship the God Of Light/Light God." Dongfang Moqing wiped the glass on his eye and crossed his legs on the cushion, like we were enjoying the nightti landscape in his house.
Since he was interested in her, he liked her, so he was truthful to her.
He didn’t seem to be affected by the darkness here. He began to take out a space bag from his space artifact and began to count the spiritual stones.
(Note: He also has a small world artifact that wasn’t the artifact from this world; that’s why he could store other storage tools.)
The spiritual stones collided with each other, creating the sound in the gloomy prison.
Sohow, Shenlian Yingyue has a feeling that everyone in this prison is not a normal criminal. They didn’t make any sounds of struggling but only groaned in pain sotis and hit the wall with a painful cry.
It was indeed very scary here.
"Light God? Hermit Holy Clan? Superior Domain? Holy Son and Holy Daughter? Descendent of the Light God?" Shenlian Yingyue rubbed her forehead. She was in trouble again. Big trouble!!!
"Is the Holy Son of the Holy Clan nad Cong Xuan Jing?" Shenlian Yingyue’s question stunned Dongfang Moqing. (Ch. 2: Xuan Jing was ntioned.)
Everyone didn’t understand why Dongfang Moqing’s breath beca sluggish; even his movent of counting the spiritual stones was paused.
"How do you know his na?" Dongfang Moqing looked at her with an unknown expression.
"The Holy Son never left the holy clan. Normally, he only has to command people from behind, and they will obey him. Not many people know his na because people always call him the Holy Son." Helan Yuze seed to feel her doubt as he spoke. He was also puzzled about how Yue knew the Holy Son’s na.
"Not many people have seen his real face because his face was always covered with the butterfly mask whenever he ca out to do sothing." He continued to explain.
"There was a rumour that he looked as holy as the snow lotus in the snow field, and his temperant was as frosty as an iceberg. Strangely, that person was always emotionless." Sima Ke Xin gave her another piece of information.
As holy as the snow lotus in the snow field? As frosty as an iceberg and always emotionless?
Shenlian Yingyue’s eyelid twitched slightly, and she had a bad premonition.
Shenlian Yingyue’s lips tightened. Sure enough! There can be only one Cong Xuan Jing in this world. She never thought that her luck was this bad. The world was so big, and why?
Cong Xuan Jing is one of the male protagonists in Huang Bai Xing’s harem. As frosty as an iceberg? To the heroine, he was as gentle as water and lted snow.
Emotionless? To the heroine, he was fond of her.
But these were not the points that made her speechless. What made her speechless was the mory that was flashing in her mind right now.
Four years ago, when her soul hadn’t returned to her body on this continent, the evil spirit offended the Holy Son.
At that ti, ’Huang Ying Yue’ was seventeen years old. She was bullying people everywhere, and she bumped into the man in the silver hanfu.
The man was the Holy Son. Cong Xuan Jing was doing his secret mission at that ti, as the plot in the novel professed.
He ca to the Outer Domain, and planned to go to the Inferior Domain. As the Holy Son, a descendant of the Light God, his obligation was to make everyone believe in and respect the Light God if they wanted protection from the Light God.
In Inferior Domain, people in a small town respected the Light God. They built the statue of the Light God and worshipped the Light God every day.
One day, the town was in a ss. Everyone stopped worshipping the Light God as they demolished the sacred statue of the Light God ruthlessly.
The Holy Son has to go and investigate by himself because this is an important matter! No one has ever had the audacity to destroy the statue of the Light God in the past hundreds of years.
He stopped by the Outer Domain, and ’Huang Ying Yue, who happened to see him, drooled over him.
Even though she couldn’t see Cong Xuan Jung’s face, it didn’t prevent her from admiring and obsessing over his indifferent temperant and holy breath.
Thus, ’Huang Ying Yue’ arrogantly pointed her finger to the Holy Son and said loudly, "Hey! Take off your mask and let see your face! I want you to be my man!"
"What? didn’t you hear what I’ve said? Don’t you know who is this miss?" ’Huang Ying Yue’ frowned angrily.
In public daylight, she arrogantly raised her chin high and annoyed the Holy Son. Not once, but many tis!! And she ended up showing her inhuman nature in front of the Holy Son many tis during the ti when he had to deal with so matter in the Outer Domain, which aroused his disgust.
If not because Diyu saved her in ti, she would end up provoking more of his murderous intent.
(At that ti, Diyu was her secret guard, hiding his identity.)
What does the Holy Clan hate most? The answer is a dirty soul!
The evil spirit ’Huang Ying Yue’ was a dirty and impure soul in the Holy Son’s eyes. If not because he was too cold to care about ’Huang Ying Yue’ disrespect to him, he might have killed ’Huang Ying Yue’ at that ti after he was provoked by her many tis.
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