Lu Xingyan, who had always been by his side, had disappeared without a trace.
Everyone was taken away, except for him.
If it was merely becoming a demon, having experienced it once in a previous life, he could accept it.
But he had grown accustomed and even fondly attached to it; if it was a light he could grasp with an outstretched hand, why should he let go?
If he had initially resolved his feelings and planned to take things slowly.
After ten years of unexpected separation, Lu Xingze no longer wanted to suppress all his joy in his heart.
He thought, liking someone should be expressed through words and shown through actions.
"It's been ten years since anyone talked to me," Lu Xingze said, his eyebrows lowered and his face showing despair.
"Mistletoe isn't? There's no one in your Magic Realm?" Lu Xingyan didn't believe it.
"All in the Magic Realm are demons, and besides that disciple from Jiuxiao Peak named Xuan, I haven't taken anyone else."
