An Ning understood his meaning, paused for a moment, and finally said: "He's about to lose control..."
Ni Lin said nothing.
His expression twitched, madness and chaos swirled, and the shadows at his feet kept squirming, as if insatiably hungry, time and again trying to stab at the near Ji Jue, yet always unable to break free from the shackles.
"Name."
Ji Jue pondered, then suddenly said: "Tell me your name."
"..."
Ni Lin hesitated for a moment, sighed bitterly, and glanced at An Ning: "Inaya, my name is Inaya. If the White Deer Hunter doesn't remember, perhaps another name is more familiar..."
"The King's Guard of the White Country back then, the first batch converted into Wolves' Chosen Ones, the old wolf my family has been chasing all these years, I recognize you."
An Ning coldly interrupted him: "You're 'Ni Lin'."
"..." Ni Lin was silent, speechless.
Stretching his neck towards the slaughter.
