Lu Zhen's heart still overflowed with regret. If only he had gone to look inside Chengsheng Mountain back then, he might have found some clues.
Chengsheng Mountain belonged to those mysterious forces, which meant that Ling Lingshuang, the Fairy of Penglai Immortal Sect whom he longed for, must have fallen into Han Li's hands. Given Han Li's lascivious nature, Ling Lingshuang probably had already been taken as his bride.
No wonder Han Li had married so many times, yet never disclosed the identities of his brides. These brides must have been captured by Han Li, and naturally, could not show their faces.
Every time Lu Zhen thought of his beloved senior sister Ling Lingshuang pleasuring Han Li beneath him, his heart ached terribly. The Fairy Ling Lingshuang had been missing for nearly thirty years now; she probably had given birth to several of Han Li's children by now.
"He truly is a monster," the Sect Leader said with a dispirited expression.