Baili An felt a chill run down his spine as he was caught by her gentle yet bone-piercing gaze. Arao traveled all the way from the Royal City to Beiyuan Forest, crossing mountains and rivers within merely six days. Yun Rong had to continuously extend her world domain, and Arao too had been opening and closing her Qi Sea, fighting her way through the encirclement. In these six days, both had exerted themselves greatly. Baili An even believed that now was the perfect chance to kill the Demon Lord Arao. As long as he harnessed the power of the Heart Burning Fruit within him, he had a more than seventy percent chance of success. Baili An gave Arao a deep look, said nothing, and did not engage in battle. He simply held the woman in his arms tightly without a word of pleasantry, turned around, and sped towards the Northern Forest. Arao had traveled thousands of miles to reach here, and when she was met with his silence, she did not become angry. Instead, she quickly used her movement technique and perseveringly pursued. She dared not follow too closely, nor did she want to be too far away, maintaining a tactful distance behind him, her posture humble, her tone soft and suppressed: "Si Chen, Si Chen, I know I was wrong. At the wedding banquet, I lost my mind. I shouldn’t have hurt you. Please, don’t ignore me, okay?" At this moment, Arao no longer resembled a Demon Lord. She was travel-worn, her hair disheveled, resembling a forlorn puppy with drooped ears, pitifully gazing at Baili An from afar. Yun Rong couldn’t figure out what new scheme Arao was hatching. She knew Arao’s temperament was volatile and cruel, but to see her soften and apologize to Baili An in front of her was unprecedented. Her expression turned cold, looking at Arao with hostility: "Since you know how deeply you’ve hurt him, what nerve do you have to demand his attention?" At Yun Rong’s words, Arao’s brow slowly gathered with strands of black smoke, ominous and fierce, her fingers like hooks beneath her sleeves, clearly intending to make Yun Rong suffer a painful retribution. The rıghtful source is 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 Baili An seemed to sense something, turning his head slightly, his gaze indifferent and unflinching as he looked straight at her. Arao quickly retracted her claws, pretending to be innocent and harmless, looking at Baili An with a docile and ingratiating expression, her voice soft as if coated in syrup: "Si Chen~" Baili An, however, had no patience to spar with her. He raised his hand and unleashed a surge of black Demonic Qi, naturally imbued with the Heart Burning Power. Arao’s expression changed slightly, clearly dreading that aura of power. Baili An’s intention was to intimidate and force a retreat, not to harm her. But Arao knew that if she dodged and avoided, he would use the opportunity to distance himself from her further. Regarding Baili An’s attack, Arao gritted her teeth, neither dodging nor evading, but even stepping forward to meet it head-on. The black Demonic Qi cut like a blade, slicing a large gash across her shoulder with a sibilant sound. Blood spattered out as Arao let out a delicate moan of pain, her eyes sharply picking a deadly dangerous cliff to fall towards. Baili An’s eyelids twitched fiercely; he hadn’t expected the Demon Lord to resort to any means possible when shameless. Yun Rong saw his wavering and compassion, quickly hugging Baili An’s waist, whispering: "She is the Demon Lord; a mere cliff won’t kill her. We needn’t bother with her." The height of a cliff naturally couldn’t claim the life of the grand Demon Lord. But Baili An knew the Heart Burning Fruit’s power was extremely effective against her; she had taken the hit full-force, and her current condition must be akin to that night when she lost control of her body. Arao, being exceptionally skilled at feigning vulnerability, deliberately chose a head-down-feet-up pose that screamed desperation as she plummeted. The vein on Baili An’s forehead throbbed again and again, ultimately, he changed direction to chase after the falling Arao. He caught her mid-air, grabbing the collar at her nape like a scruff, irked as he said: "If you want to die, do it far away, don’t be an eyesore here." Arao’s shameless tactics, Baili An hadn’t fully witnessed before; previously, she would at least uphold some facade of her Demon Lord dignity. But once she knew Baili An had set a hidden plot, putting in so much effort to help her combat Zangxin, even going as far as to ingest the seed of the Heart Burning Fruit for her, all her airs and temper vanished. Recalling the battle during the wedding banquet, when he personally cast her into the furnace, she deeply hated him. But now thinking it over, she only felt she was senseless and foolish, regretting bitterly. Suspended in the air, knowing such a close opportunity wouldn’t come again, she didn’t hesitate to turn around and bearhug him tightly, wrapping arms and legs around him. She clung firmly to Baili An’s leg, raising her head, her eyes welling with pitiful tears: "Beat me if you want, just don’t be mad at me, okay~" Yun Rong rolled her eyes, muttering quietly: "Truly shameless." Baili An laughed in exasperation; this troublesome creature seized any opportunity to cling to him, even using the ruse of self-harm. Demon Lord, truly formidable in her capabilities. He shook his leg vigorously, but Arao, like a sticky caramel, clung tightly and wouldn’t let go. This scoundrel knew Baili An could be soft-hearted, tightly clutching his leg. When Baili An shook, the movement jarred open the wound on his shoulder, and the oozing red liquid stained his pants. Baili An ceased his actions. Thus, the three of them were at a standoff amidst the cliff. Baili An ground his teeth and said: "Are you still entertaining thoughts of having me as your Phoenix King?"