"From now on, you belong only to Yang Tian alone!"
Yang Tian's attitude became very resolute.
His soul merged with Wu Zetian's soul.
Wu Zetian started crying.
She wanted to resist with her soul, but it was futile; her soul, silent for over a thousand years, enjoyed the touch of Yang Tian's soul.
Yet in her heart, she thought of Emperor Gaozong of Tang.
In this world, only Emperor Gaozong of Tang was worthy of her.
But now, her soul had been violated by Yang Tian's soul, and Yang Tian was her disciple and also Emperor Gaozong of Tang's disciple.
The soul was filled with joy.
The heart was filled with pain.
This was Wu Zetian's mixed emotions at that moment.
No one knew how much time had passed, until the sky displayed hints of dawn, and Yang Tian withdrew his soul, leaving Wu Zetian sitting on the ground, staring blankly ahead, lost in thought.
"Master's wife, let's go back..."
Yang Tian wanted to help Wu Zetian up.
Slap!
