Chapter 1529: All I Can Give You Is Only That Much
Bai Zhi’er remained silent.
Had she not inherited the Heavenly Dao yet, perhaps she would be willing to wear this marriage knot for a lifetime.
However, now her identity forbids her to follow her heart’s desires.
Bai Zhi’er summoned her mana at her fingertips, raised her hand, and touched the back of her neck.
She wanted to try extracting the marriage knot as Yue Lao had instructed.
However, as soon as her mana touched the marriage knot attached to her spine, Bai Zhi’er gave it a slight tug, and a ripping pain engulfed her.
She let out a muffled groan, a cold sweat breaking out in an instant, her lips losing color!
"Your Majesty!" "Your Majesty!"
The immortals anxiously gathered around, supporting her.
Bai Zhi’er raised her hand and weakly said, "I’m fine. The marriage knot, it’s so formidable."
Almost at the same time.
Feng Fuce, waiting at the South Heavenly Gate, also felt the sharp pain.
He suddenly furrowed his brows, his slender hand touching the back of his neck, a faint doubt in his cold eyes.
What is Bai Zhi’er doing that causes such pain?
At this moment, behind Feng Fuce stood the Demon Clan, fierce and bloodthirsty.
But now, each one stood rigidly upright.
Because the Demon Lord wanted to marry, these demons naturally had to hold their heads high, without disgrace!
Zhu Yan approached from behind, "Lord Demon, we’ve waited for so long, and the Heavenly Dao Emperor hasn’t come out yet. Shall we go in?"
Feng Fuce glanced coldly at him.
Zhu Yan quickly bowed, "I am unworthy; I spoke out of turn."
How could he have forgotten, with so many Demon Clan warriors, that if they stormed into the South Heavenly Gate, those who knew would say they came for a marriage proposal, while those who didn’t might think they were invading the Heavenly Court!
"I am patient enough to wait for her," Feng Fuce said.
As long as it’s Bai Zhi’er, he can wait as long as it takes.
Fortunately, soon, Bai Zhi’er’s figure appeared.
She was followed by immortals stepping on auspicious clouds.
Thus, outside the South Heavenly Gate stood a group of Demon Clan with flourishing black and red demonic qi, while inside, there were misty immortals.
Bai Zhi’er wore a beautiful robe, her complexion pale beneath the bejeweled curtain.
Feng Fuce thought he was mistaken.
Before he could look closely, Bai Zhi’er had already come before him.
"You should go back first. After some time, I will write to you," she said, her breath somewhat unstable.
Feng Fuce reached out, wanting to lift the curtain and see her face.
"What’s wrong? Why are you still so weak?" he asked.
But Bai Zhi’er raised her hand, blocking his movement.
She stepped back slightly, "Go, please."
Feng Fuce paused, but he didn’t mind her coldness.
He still smiled with grace and gentleness, discarding all his arrogance and cold indifference.
"I came to propose. I must give you a status and take responsibility for you."
Bai Zhi’er lifted her beautiful eyes to gaze at him, "Responsibility? I never asked you to take responsibility."
Her voice was quiet, unheard by others, but Feng Fuce could hear it clearly.
"If it’s about that matter, you don’t have to dwell on it. I merely... thank you for caring for me all these years. I haven’t taken it to heart, nor should you."
Hearing these words, Feng Fuce was utterly stunned.
"Thank me? You... you’re using such matters to thank me? Bai Zhi’er, don’t say things that make me angry and uncomfortable!"
He struggled to control his agitated emotions, not wanting to frighten her.
Bai Zhi’er thought of the gradually dimming Linglong Lamp, of the responsibilities on her shoulders, and realized that if she were with Feng Fuce, he would certainly find out her actual worries, which might lead him to risk the chance of becoming a god.
Would he shatter his primordial spirit and reform to become a deity?
No!
She couldn’t let him do that.
Bai Zhi’er closed her eyes, "Feng Fuce, there’s only so much I can give you."