Bai Zhi had never thought of leaving, nor could she leave—knowing where her enemy was made her see red at the mere thought of encountering him. How could she possibly walk away?
Even if it meant going to Hell, she would drag him down with her.
Bai Zhi didn't want to tell the Ancestor the truth. The Ancestor had already paid so much for her, and if he knew that the traitor had returned, he would definitely come.
"Xingxing, you don't understand; he's a madman with far too many cruel weapons at his disposal. You're not his match at all. Xingxing... please, come with me, okay?"
How could someone who was capable of consuming Nan Xi be rational?
What Xu Yan didn't know, Han Feng did.
And it was precisely because he knew that he believed the man was a madman.
"Do you know what he told me? He lied about saving my grandfather. My grandfather, my father, they were both killed by him, and I am the next body he has chosen for himself..."
