Regarding Yuanhuang and Yinglong, his heart was not entirely without ripples. Now that he was the Heavenly Emperor, the timidity and caution of the past had long since vanished.
There is a great illusion in life—the belief that you like me.
Recalling the time when he faced Western Wangmu, he always felt that she seemed to hold some unusual affection for him. Yet that vague, hazy feeling had never allowed him to summon the courage to break the ice. Could anyone possibly believe that a brief conversation, coupled with a helping hand on his part, would cause someone to plant such deep roots of affection? Although he was blessed with peerless good looks unmatched throughout the Primordial world, he still possessed self-awareness; he was far from the point where a single glance could make someone fall head over heels. The female immortals of the Primordial world all possessed extraordinary discernment and were by no means starry-eyed fools. Because of this, he had held back back then.
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