Human and demon love.
Human and ghost love.
Human and hand love.
Human and doll love.
Love like this, such as these, had been witnessed by Wen Ping before.
But love between a human and a building, this was too sudden, leaving him unsure how to accept it.
If they really got together, would this building belong to Huaikong or to him?
The system hurriedly explained: "This is Nuwa's favor. Every demon race seeking inheritance has a one in ten thousand chance of receiving it. Those favored will experience a significant increase in cultivation in a short period of time. However, the exact increase is uncertain, as it depends solely on the luck of the favored."
"That scared me," Wen Ping remarked, looking at the Nuwa Statue as it slowly bowed down and paused above Huaikong, her red lips gently kissed downwards.
After this kiss, a gentle purple light pierced through the thick black clouds, spanning the vast distance between heaven and earth, finally landing atop Huaikong's head.
