The title of War God, should it be passed on after all!
Those words, Feng Yexuan remembered them as if it was yesterday!
He had heard them!
Quite some time ago!
No, not that long ago, just a few months earlier, he had heard them!
It was the night that the dead woman married him when she was framed and drugged by Jinrui, and the servants wanted to burn her alive.
At that time, the dead woman stood before him just like this, ignoring his raging fury.
Even though she was tied up tightly, and, in a situation that was totally against her, where she could be set on fire at any moment, she still faced him without changing her expression.
At that time, she had said, "Prince, if you can't even see through such a lie, then, perhaps you should yield your title of War God?"
Feng Yexuan stared at Xiaoyao, so agitated that even his fingertips trembled.
At this moment, he could not see Xiaoyao's face, but only her eyes.
Those eyes that shimmered with a crystal-clear luster.